I am an old soul.
I love genuine kindness.
I love compassion.
I love poetry.
I love soul connection.
I love old books.
I love deep conversations.
I love depth. I love genuinity.

There is something timeless about the things that truly nourish my soul. I am drawn to kindness that asks for nothing in return, to compassion that heals without expectation.

I find beauty in poetry that speaks to the unspoken, in old books that carry the weight of countless hands and untold stories.
I crave soul connections—those rare, unguarded moments when hearts recognize each other beyond words.

Surface-level exchanges do not satisfy me; I long for deep conversations, for thoughts that stretch beyond the ordinary, for emotions that are raw and real.

In a world that often prioritizes the fleeting, I seek what endures. I am an old soul, and I find my home in authenticity, in depth, in genuineness that asks for nothing but truth.

Posted by Wendy G Gal
I am an old soul. I love genuine kindness. I love compassion. I love poetry. I love soul connection. I love old books. I love deep conversations. I love depth. I love genuinity. There is something timeless about the things that truly nourish my soul. I am drawn to kindness that asks for nothing in return, to compassion that heals without expectation. I find beauty in poetry that speaks to the unspoken, in old books that carry the weight of countless hands and untold stories. I crave soul connections—those rare, unguarded moments when hearts recognize each other beyond words. Surface-level exchanges do not satisfy me; I long for deep conversations, for thoughts that stretch beyond the ordinary, for emotions that are raw and real. In a world that often prioritizes the fleeting, I seek what endures. I am an old soul, and I find my home in authenticity, in depth, in genuineness that asks for nothing but truth. Posted by Wendy G Gal
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