Is there something wrong with me?

Maybe it’s not because I’m hard to love. Maybe it’s because I’m selective, self-aware, and not interested in settling for almost. I know my worth, I enjoy my own company, and I won’t rush a connection just to fill silence. I’m still single because I’m waiting for something real—someone who matches my energy, respects my softness and my strength, and chooses me with intention. Until then, I’m not lonely… I’m just unavailable to the wrong people.