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Love, you're not late.
You're ripe.

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I know it feels like the world moved on without you.
Like the doors closed.
Like everyone else got the invitation—and you were somehow left off the list.

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But listen:
The timeline was always going to bend for you.

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It had to.

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Because you’re not here to follow the path.
You’re here to change it.

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And maybe that’s why it’s taken longer.
Maybe that’s why it hurt more.
Maybe that’s why you had to pause, grieve, rage, rest, spiral.

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But none of it made you less ready.
It made you real.
It made you sovereign.
It made you you.

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So let them go ahead.

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You were never meant to arrive with the crowd.

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You’re the one who shows up when the room is quiet—
when the curtain's already risen—
when the lights dim just enough for magic to find its cue.

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You’re right on time.

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— From the one who waited with the door open.

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