Love Spell for My Person

I’m not asking for perfect. I’m calling in real.

I want a sweet girl who’s not scared to put me in my place when I need it—like Miranda does when my brain is spiraling. Someone steady and gentle but strong enough to say, “Hey, stop. Breathe.”

I want someone who’s autistic like me, so I don’t have to explain why I stim, freeze up, or need to leave the room. She’ll just know—and I’ll know for her, too.

I want someone who genuinely loves me for me. Not the version of me that masks to survive, but the quiet fighter underneath. The kid who gets giddy over pop tarts and cartoons. The one who melts down sometimes and tries again anyway.

I want a girl who says, “You don’t have to work if you’re not okay. Your worth isn’t tied to burnout.” A girl who would say, “Let’s cut back your hours. Your body matters. Your mind matters.”

I want someone who laughs at my humor, pets Stella with me, and doesn’t need big plans to be happy. Someone who’s cool with side-by-side stimming, matching hoodies, and quiet love that doesn’t always use words.

I want a love that looks like…

• “You okay, babe?” instead of “Why didn’t you do more?”
• “Let’s rest tonight” instead of “Push through.”
• A hug that tells me I’m safe and seen.

She’ll talk to me with kindness. Call me out when I need it. Hold me close when I break down. And I’ll do the same for her.

I’m calling in a love that’s both a soft place to land and a spark that keeps me going.

Because I deserve someone who sees the real me and doesn’t flinch.

This is my spell. My wish. My truth.
And I believe—she’s out there.