I’m not looking for a perfect story. I want to write ours.

At twenty, it probably seems like love just happens on its own. At fifty, you realize that true love is a choice made by two people who want to be a home for each other every single day.

I live in Spain, but I don’t cling to a place simply out of habit. If the right man comes along, I’ll pack my bags without a second thought and start a new chapter of our lives in another country. For me, what matters isn't an address on a map, but the person waiting for me at home.

I love cooking, and there is almost always music playing in my kitchen. Sometimes it seems to me that every dish tastes better when prepared in a good mood. All that’s left is to find someone who will one day say, "Let's cook together today."

I dream of a strong family built on respect, support, spontaneous hugs, and that special spark that doesn't fade over the years. I don't believe romance has an expiration date; if two people cherish their feelings, it only grows more beautiful.