Surrendering to the Twin Flame Journey: Believing You Deserve the Love You Give

I remember the day I stopped looking for answers outside myself.

It wasn’t a dramatic moment — no lightning strikes or sudden revelations. Just a quiet morning when I sat looking at his self-portrait from our art school days, that gap-toothed grin and those messy lines that had always spoken to something deep inside me.

For fifteen years, I’d known him. Fifteen years of friendship, of sharing an artistic language that nobody else seemed to understand. And now, as I sat there with a stack of tarot cards scattered around me, phone filled with messages from psychics and astrologers, I had to laugh at myself. I’d been searching everywhere for confirmation of what my heart had known since those early days in the art school hallway.

You see, that’s the thing about twin flame connections — everyone wants to tell you what they’re supposed to look like. They’ll give you lists of signs, symptoms, synchronicities. And yes, we had them all — the shared birthday down to the hour, the mirror-image childhood traumas, the dreams where we walked through each other’s artwork. I’d done the past life regressions, seen our souls dancing through time as siblings, lovers, even parts of the same cosmic being. I’d consulted experts who drew his face exactly as it would look years…