Sometimes a pair of misunderstanding arises: one person tries with all his might - he buys gifts, solves household issues, earns money, and the other suddenly says: “You don’t love me at all.” This is confusing and seems unfair. But, perhaps, the matter is not at all in the absence of love, but in the fact that the partners speak different languages of love.

From childhood, we are fed with beautiful fairy tales: somewhere in the world your second half lives-the only one who will complete you will make it complete, will give your life meaning. This image is romantic, attractive and ... very dangerous.

Sometimes the simplest words - “I don’t have enough”, “hug me”, “it is important for me to feel that I love” - get stuck in the throat. Not because the feelings are not real. And because the fear of sounding needy, weak or “too sensitive” is stronger than the desire to be heard.

The opportunity to open up even more rather than closing forever

Formula without mathematics but by feeling

An emotional state describes a person, but not everyone can feel it.

It seems to me that everyday life will be when each of us has our own worries, but still this everyday life can be painted with colors.

The proximity between people is not a thing that can be obtained once and for all. It is rather a living organism that requires care, time and attention. And yet, even in the most warm relationships, sometimes a feeling comes: something has gone. We became far as we live nearby, but not together. What happens along this path - and is it possible to return what slip away?

Important decisions shape subsequent consequences and actions, but you can't escape it, and that's true.

Common interests build common hobbies that create shared time - the time called life.

You know, I often think about it - how vulnerability is scary today ... And ourselves and those who are nearby. We grew up with conviction that if you want to survive, you need to hold your face. Do not show weakness. Do not cry. Do not ask. To be comfortable, strong, reinforced concrete. But the longer I live, the more clearly I understand: real power is not at all in armor. She is in the ability to be real. And this often means to be ... vulnerable.

Sometimes the deepest feelings are not in words. They are in silence. In silence, which does not press, does not scare and does not require. This is the special form of intimacy that cannot be played or fake. She does not need to be confirmed by phrases like “I love you” or “you are important to me” - because she feels with the whole body, every cage, every gaze.

An important sign that you are in love is that every time you see a person, your heart beats faster.

Distance is not a limitation, but the closer the better

Would you choose a ripe or unripe fruit?

Once upon a time, the meaning of my life was dreams of Paris, high heels and complicated relationships with bad boys. Then stability, work, credit, delivery time from IKEA. And now? Now I'm an adult, and I have wine. Red. White. Sparkling. For no reason. Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about a glass in the morning (although sometimes I thought about it 😅). I'm talking about the wine that has become my ritual, my pause, my internal stop button.

🤔 Just think, have you ever noticed how men behave there? For me, it's like a small test, where a lot can be seen at once: character, habits, even mood.

They are my champions at eating up hours. I can spend hours replaying situations in my head in which nothing even happened. Just thoughts. Just internal "what ifs". And this is more exhausting than jogging.

But because I don’t remember how to do it. How to ask questions not to fill a pause. But to truly hear. How to look — and see. Not compare, not try on, not analyze. Just be. Look and see.

It's just on purpose, as if it's some kind of trend - "I'm on my own, I don't need anything." And then they complain that no one shows up, no one writes, no one calls. And why should they, if you yourself are hiding behind a wall of coldness? ❄️