Love is a serious matter. But if all the time to be too serious, she begins to get tired. Passion, trust, tenderness - all this is important. But often it is the humor that becomes that saving thread that keeps the couple afloat in a variety of situations: from awkward misunderstandings to frank crises.

They talk a lot about love. About passion - even more. But about tenderness - as if embarrassed. This word sounds too soft, almost in a businesslike way. In a world where efficiency, determination, brightness, tenderness is appreciated by something secondary. Meanwhile, it is she who often determines how alive, warm and truly close relationships.

Yes, I'll say it right away. Because I know what it's like when people see your body but don't hear your mind. And I also know what it's like when they want your shapes but are afraid of your strength.

Attracting the inaccessible is a strange pattern familiar to many. One person shows attention - and causes us only a polite sympathy. The other is cold, indifferent or even frankly repels, but for some reason it pulls to it. Why is this happening? And what is hiding behind this attraction?

I'm not looking for a sponsor, a savior or a prince on a white horse 🐎 I learned to be strong a long time ago, I buy my own tickets, close deadlines at night and smile at the camera, even when I'm tired inside.

There are days when all you want is not gifts, big words, or pretty letters. But just to be there.

I am a woman. A mother. A teacher. And a person who no longer wants to be just strong. Lately, my life has been filled with so many worries, anxieties, bills, thoughts, and... silence. Silence is the loudest companion of loneliness.

Sometimes it seems that love at a distance is just a romantic fiction. Something from a movie or a book where the characters will definitely meet in the finale.

And I'm not ashamed of my age. I love him. I'm not trying to be a girl. I don't reduce the numbers in my profiles. Because with each year is history.

There is something very special about mornings in hotels. It's not about breakfasts, not about changed towels, and not about calls from the reception. It's about being nowhere and everywhere at the same time.

Romantic comedies, love novels, series with perfect couples - all this forms in us the idea of ​​what “should” be “should”. Cinema and literature often draw love as something easy, passionate and predictably happy. He is a hero, she is a heroine, and nothing can stand between them ... except for a couple of misunderstandings, which, of course, are quickly resolved.

Once upon a time, I sat next to my mom on the couch and we watched the series together. She prepared dinner, wrapped me in a plaid, corrected the pillow and gently stroked her hair. I was still small, but even then I understood something: here it is a real life. Not loud, not perfect, not from covers. And quiet, warm, filled with love, care, presence.

We rarely begin a new relationship with a “clean leaf”. Even if it seems that everything is forgotten, the experience of the past still lives inside us - in expectations, fears, habits. One person is afraid to become attached too quickly, the other is silent for too long, because earlier he was criticized for honesty. Past connections leave prints in us, and this is not always bad.

Each couple at least once came across a situation when disagreement occurs literally from nothing. Not there a placed mug, a forgotten trifle, an incorrectly closed door - and now the air begins to ring with irritation. At first glance, such quarrels seem ridiculous and even funny. But behind them is often hidden something more.

In a world where so much noise, sincerity sounds the loudest. I don't need perfect people. I have valuable those who have a good soul. Those who are able to listen not to answer, but to understand. Those who do not cover the goodness of the mask, because it is real, alive, from the heart.

We have experienced something that not everyone can withstand. The war changed everything: reality, perception, nervous system. And you want to be strong. Restrained. But sometimes ... you want to just read. Yes, stupid. Because humor is armor.

A warm person shares a warm story about himself, values ​​and desires

In this regard, faith teaches us amazing things. It seems to me that it is faith that gives that very inner courage to open up to the world and people, without fear of being misunderstood or judged.

Being strong doesn't mean not having the right to be weak. It means being able to hold on

Sometimes I want to ask men an honest question: are you ready for a woman in whom there lives not just tenderness, but a real element?