You just checked your phone again. It's been six hours since he texted. Your stomach is in knots, and you're telling yourself stories. He's losing interest. He met someone else. You said something wrong in that last text. Your chest feels tight. Your hands are actually shaking. You want to text him again, but you're terrified it'll push him away.

Here's a truth that might sting a little. He's not going to fall in love with you because of your looks. He's not going to fall in love with your resume, your accomplishments, or the fact that you can benchpress your own body weight at CrossFit. The world tells you to be hotter, smarter, more successful, more independent, more everything. But the women who make men absolutely lose their minds, who make a man's heart crack wide open and pour out devotion like a broken fire hydrant, those women carry something invisible. It's not something you can buy or earn at the office. It's an energy. A feminine energy. A polarity. And when you have it, you don't chase men. You magnetize them. The flower doesn't chase the bee. The flame doesn't chase the moth. And you shouldn't be chasing him either.