Jealousy is a strange feeling. You don't admit it, you don't show it, but inside you're clenching.
You smile, you speak calmly, but your heart beats faster than it should.
Not because you don't trust. But because you don't want to share.
Sometimes it's not weakness, but proof that you truly feel.

Sometimes I feel like I’ve been an experimental director of my own life for a long time.
But recently I realized: I’m tired of hypotheses. I want a plot. With fragile moments, but so important. And I don’t want to be a statistic on the site. I want to be the protagonist of my own story.
I wake up in the morning and think: who do I want to be. What do I aspire to while looking for that one.
AND THE MAIN THING. I would like to have one single meeting this year. There is not much time left, but st...

Sometimes it seems that I am in pursuit of love... I do many steps, hoping to find «my» person.

But, at some point, I came to an understanding: I am not looking for «someone» to finish me. I am looking for «with whom» I would like to be. Someone with whom you can share this confidence, not because I’m weak, but because I’m strong. Who you can share pauses with - those when you do not need to talk, when you can just be. And smile because there are two of us, and we both know: «I’m here», «you’re...

There’s a certain calm that comes when you stop trying to be understood and simply are. Maybe that’s when the real magic begins — in the quiet moments, when the world slows down and you finally hear your own heartbeat. I like the evenings filled with soft light, half-forgotten music, and thoughts that make you smile without a reason. It’s strange how sometimes you can feel close to someone you haven’t even met yet, as if the universe whispers that connection is on its way. Maybe it’s not about s...