ABOUT LOVE WITHOUT ILLUSIONS

There is too much talk about love. About the kind where everything is easy, like in advertising, and passionate, like in a TV series. But real love is not like that. It is not always beautiful. And it is almost never convenient.

Love is not when they tell you that you are beautiful. It is when they see you without makeup, tired, in a breakdown - and do not leave. Do not get scared. Do not close themselves off. But stay. Nearby. Silently. Just there.

As a doctor, I often see how love manifests itself in small things: how a man holds his tired wife's hand in intensive care, how a woman reads aloud to her beloved on the bed when he can hardly hear. This is not romance. This is honesty, pain and strength.

Love has no perfect time. Often it comes when everything is falling apart. When you are at rock bottom, you do not trust anyone, and not even yourself. But maybe that's when it comes - not for comfort, but to pull you out.

I don't believe in "fate", but I believe in choice. Love is a choice every day: to stay, to listen, to understand, to endure, to protect. Not because it's easy. But because it's important to you. Because the person is important.

I write this not as a romantic, but as a person who has had enough scars to no longer be deceived. But still enough heart to believe - in the love that will not break, but raise.