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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Have you ever noticed that beautiful woman, the one who’s been single for years? In this world where connection is at our fingertips, where voices ping and echo across social feeds, still, she stands alone. It begs the question, doesn’t it? Why? How? Who and where? As if throwing a penny in the air and wondering Would anybody care? Maybe it's a choice. Some women crave company, the warmth of another, while others find solace in their own company, reveling in quiet strength. And so, the years pass, blurred and vivid all at once. Sometimes, the familiar “booty call” will light up her screen, that well-worn line, “Are you free later?” And yes, most times she is, until tonight. Tonight, there’s a shift, subtle yet sharp, a harrowing change, a quiet revolution. Tonight, she understands: she’s more than just a fleeting rendezvous. She’s tired of being single, yes, but even more, she’s tired of men who hold her attention only long enough to satisfy themselves, of being “wifey for a night,” if lucky, for a weekend. Choices, choices, choices. The single life offers a carousel of quick encounters, a rush and fade, touch-and-go, a night with Mr. Booty Call, who’s gone before dawn without a second glance. Or there’s a choice to seek a diamond in the rough, a light so bright it pierces the shadows, awakening what’s been buried, hidden, waiting. In the end, she realizes, only she can decide. Not to settle, but to seek, to stand, to let her worth be her own not a question mark or a passing fancy. This is her night of self-definition, a night to reclaim her story.
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