I am not afraid of loneliness.
I know how to enjoy silence, I know how to be within myself, I know how to wait.
But somewhere deep inside there is always a desire - not to be alone, but to be with someone next to whom even the rain seems cozy.

I love the smell of skin after a walk.
I love fingers lightly touching the wrist, as if by accident.
I love when a conversation turns into silence - not because there is nothing to say, but because everything is already clear.

I do not chase after loud t...

I don't dream of a man who will save me.
I'm not a fairy tale heroine who needs to be pulled out of a tower.
I'm free. Strong. Whole. But... I want to be with someone who doesn't break, doesn't fix, but just walks beside me.

I want dialogues without filters.
Tea prepared not according to a schedule, but "just because he thought of me."
What's important to me is not the scale of actions, but the warmth of little things.
So that we build together - not castles, but a space where we can be real.

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I dream not only of love, but also of intimacy, where bodies speak instead of words, where breathing gets tangled in pillows, and touches are like a continuation of thoughts.
I want to feel how with every glance a man gets to know me more deeply: in gestures, in voice, in the quietest desires.

This is not about one-night passion. This is about the present, where romance and physical attraction do not interfere with each other, but merge into one.
And if you can feel not only with your hands, bu...

I dream of a connection in which breathing is in unison, touches are like a language without words, and eyes are more honest than any confessions.
I am not afraid to be open. To be afraid is about the past.
Now I want to be real: sensual, deep, desirable. And to be near someone who is not afraid of this depth.

My heart knows how to wait.
But it is tired of halftones. Of "almost". Of "let's try".
I want "yes". Unconditional, conscious, real.
I want to be someone's home, inspiration, consolation,...