Entry Seventeen: "What I'm Learning Faster Than What I'm Wanting"
Dear Moon, I thought the lessons would feel like progress. I'm sitting at my kitchen table, journal open, trying to make sense of the last few weeks. Not the surface lessons, I already know what each man lacked. I'm trying to understand what their absences revealed about me. About what I'm protecting. About what's become non-negotiable. I write it out: Too Available Man showed me: I need someone with a full life. Not because I don't want to be important, but because being som

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