…or are we just falling in love with different versions of our own wounds?

At first, I thought I had a type.
You know; emotionally unavailable, mysterious, says things like “I don’t believe in labels,” and somehow ruins me with a smile.
But after the third version of the same man with a different star sign, I started to ask:
Is this really my type… or is this my trauma playing dress-up?

Because the truth is: we attract what we are.
Not on the surface, not what we look like, or what we post, or even what we say we want.
We attract from the core wound. From the energy we haven’t healed. From the version of us that still doesn’t fully believe we deserve the love we crave.

So maybe the reason we keep falling for the same kinds of people isn’t bad luck or bad taste.
Maybe it’s a mirror.
Maybe it’s the universe screaming look at yourself.
Maybe it’s that unresolved need to be chosen by someone who doesn’t know how to choose themselves.

And here’s the cosmic twist that no one wants to say out loud:
You might not meet the “right one” until you become the version of yourself who can actually receive them.

Because soulmates aren’t here to complete us, they’re here to reflect us.
And if we’re still fragmented, afraid, closed off or secretly addicted to chaos… Guess what we attract?

Another incomplete mirror.

So can we meet the one before we’re healed?
Maybe.
But chances are, we’ll push them away.
Or sabotage it.
Or not even recognize them, because we’re still wired to crave the pain we’re used to.

Healing isn’t about being perfect.
It’s about being aware.
Aware enough to stop blaming everyone else for the ways we keep breaking our own heart.

So if you keep attracting the same type… pause.
Ask yourself: What part of me is still choosing this dynamic? What part of me thinks this is love?

And more importantly… Who do I become when I stop chasing the reflection… and start becoming the source?