Listening to the Soul, Trusting the Signs, and Learning to Receive the Love I Give

There’s a version of me that once needed saving.

She didn’t need perfection. She didn’t need someone to fix her life.

She simply needed gentleness. Understanding. A safe place to feel. Someone who could look her in the eye and say, “You don’t need to be anyone else to be loved.”

For so long, I searched for that kind of love in others.

I overextended. I overgave. I overapologized. I loved people through their brokenness, through their silence, through the shadows of who they used to be—hoping that maybe, one day, they’d love me in return with the same depth.

But they never did.

Not because I wasn’t enough.

But because they were never meant to hold what I was carrying.

What I didn’t realize back then was that the love I was seeking… was the love I was born to become.

The Woman I Am Becoming Now

She’s not loud, but she is steady.

She doesn’t chase love anymore—she creates it, radiates it, and receives it.

She no longer gives to prove her worth, but from a place of overflow.

She understands now that love doesn’t have to be earned.

It only has to be recognized.

I am becoming the woman I once needed.

The woman who listens to her intuition.

The woman who slows down enough to hear the voice of her soul.

Because the soul does speak.

Softly. Quietly. But always.

And when we learn to trust those subtle nudges—when we follow the inner whispers, the chills on our arms, the dreams we can’t shake—something changes.

We stop trying to force love and start allowing it to find us.

We stop searching for signs and realize we are the sign.

We stop performing and begin becoming.

Trusting the Invisible Thread

Lately, I’ve been learning to trust more.

Trust the timing. Trust the slow unfolding. Trust the divine orchestration that’s always happening beneath the surface.

There are moments when something in me just knows. A feeling I can’t explain.

The sudden urge to go somewhere. The random memory that appears in a dream.

The stranger who says exactly what I needed to hear.

These aren’t coincidences—they’re sacred signals. Soul echoes. Reminders that I am held.

And even in love, I’ve stopped pushing.

I believe now that the kind of love I give—pure, wholehearted, intentional—is the kind I will receive.

Not because I demand it.

But because I’ve finally made space for it.

You Deserve the Love You Give So Freely

To the woman who gives everything with an open heart—

I want to tell you what I’m still learning to tell myself:

You are worthy of the softness you offer everyone else.

You are worthy of being chosen, not just tolerated.

You are worthy of love that doesn’t confuse you, silence you, or make you feel like too much.

You are worthy of someone who sees your light and doesn’t flinch—someone who stays.

But most importantly:

You are worthy of giving that love to yourself first.

Because when you become the woman you once needed…

You stop begging others to recognize your value.

You simply live it.

With all my heart,

Seraphine Duong

I’m not waiting anymore.

I’m not chasing or convincing or hoping someone sees what I’ve always known in my heart.

Instead, I am becoming.

The woman who listens.

The woman who trusts.

The woman who glows from within.

The woman who gives and now receives.

The woman I used to dream of becoming.

And as I keep walking, I know love will find me—not because I searched for it, but because I finally made a home for it inside myself.