A women pretend to be mad to find true love 💕

 Once upon a time, in a quiet little town nestled between mountains and fields, lived a woman named Eveline. She was beautiful, intelligent, and compassionate, but she was tired of people admiring her only for her beauty and fortune. Eveline longed for a love that would see beyond her looks, charm, or wealth—someone who would love her for who she truly was.One day, an idea bloomed in her mind. What if she pretended to be a little odd, a little different? Surely only someone truly genuine, someone with deep understanding and kindness, would take the time to know the woman beneath her eccentricity. She decided to go through with it.Eveline began wearing mismatched clothes and wandering the village muttering poetic verses under her breath. She’d talk to imaginary friends, marvel at simple things like a leaf floating in the wind, and laugh when no one else was laughing. She'd often sit in the town square and spin stories about fairies, enchanted forests, and creatures only she could see.The townsfolk were bewildered. Many shrugged and muttered about her eccentricity, while some mocked or pitied her. But Eveline didn’t care, as she was determined to find someone who would look past all that.One crisp autumn day, as Eveline was seated under a grand oak tree, a young man named Leo approached her. Unlike the others, he didn’t keep his distance. Instead, he asked her, “What are you looking at so intently?”Eveline grinned, pointing to nothing in particular. “The golden-winged sprites are dancing again. Can’t you see them?”Instead of laughing or shaking his head, Leo squinted as if trying to catch a glimpse. “Hmm, maybe I just need to look harder,” he said thoughtfully, sitting down beside her. Eveline’s heart skipped a beat.Day after day, Leo returned. He listened to Eveline’s stories without judgment, sometimes even adding his own imaginary characters and tales. Slowly, Eveline found herself opening up to him, letting her act slip little by little. Leo began to see the real her: the woman who loved poetry, who was wise and thoughtful, and who simply longed for genuine love.One evening, as they sat by the lake under the stars, Eveline turned to him. “Leo, I have to tell you something,” she began, heart pounding. She told him the truth—that she wasn’t really eccentric, but had only pretended to be so in hopes of finding someone who would see beyond appearances.Leo chuckled, taking her hand. “I knew,” he admitted. “I figured it out a while ago. I stayed because I wanted to know the woman who dreamed so deeply, who yearned so sincerely. I didn’t come to love the eccentricities. I came to love the heart that created them.”And in that moment, Eveline knew she had found what she had been searching for: a love that saw through pretense, one that cherished her true self. They married beneath that grand oak tree, surrounded by the golden leaves of autumn, and they lived together happily ever after, sharing stories that needed no make-believe.