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I grew up in a wealthy but strict family.
no freedom-just a quiet life of homeschooling and rules.
I had everything people thought I needed: money, protection, and family love.
Yet something always felt missing,
like I was waiting for someone I hadn't met yet.
One day, my parents allowed me to travel to the Philippines with four classmates.
There, I discovered a kind of love I never knew I was longing for.
I met a boy who seemed cold at first,
but became the one who cared for me, supported me, and made me feel seen
even when we were still learning each other.
I thought my waiting ended when I found him.
But pain followed-
lies, heartbreak, and truths that hurt more than being alone.
And in the end, I understood:
we were never just waiting for love to arrive.
We were made of waiting.