In Part 3 of Confessions of a Late Bloomer, I’m taking you back to the moment that wasn’t a beginning; it was the last straw.
First kisses are supposed to feel like magic, like doors swinging open. Mine felt more like a door quietly closing.
This episode is about our expectations, the moments that wake us up, and the quiet bravery it takes to say, "This isn't for me."

Because blooming late doesn't mean you missed anything — it means you’re learning to trust the timing of your own heart.

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