Call me old generation, but when I date, I date to marry. I don’t fumble , I don’t entertain , I don’t breadcrumb , I don’t ghost . I don’t know how to casually toss someone into my life for convenience and throw them out when I get bored. That’s not love, that’s cowardice with a modern filter. And yeah, I’ve heard it all. “Oh you’re too intense.” “You should chill.” “You scare people away by being too serious.” Then don’t show up at my doorstep with fake intentions , pretending you want something real when you’re still chasing validation on apps at 2 a.m. I’m not the kind who texts “good morning” to three people and calls it love. I don’t do this swipe-right, scroll-left, temporary affection shit. If I let you in, it’s because I mean it . And if I fall, I fall deep. I’m not trying to “see where it goes.” I already know where it should go — commitment, respect, and showing up every day even when it’s messy. Especially when it’s messy. You think that’s...
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