I'm 39. And no, I'm not late. I'll still make it. Everything is still ahead. I haven't had true love in my life yet. The kind that is written about in books, sung about in songs, and shown in movies. The kind that makes your heart beat faster and your soul silently recognize "yours." I haven't truly loved yet. But I really want it.

Many people think that romance is just a stage at the beginning of a relationship. Flowers, unexpected meetings, long correspondences and first dates - all this seems charming, but temporary. However, true romance is not something one-time. It is constant work on intimacy, attention and sincerity in a relationship. And it is quite possible even after years of living together.

We are always trying to "improve" someone, "customize" them, "remake them according to the pattern of our pain." And all this, covering up with beautiful words: "I just want you to become the best version of yourself." But there is something very lonely in this desire.

How many men have felt needed only when they gave something? Money. Support. Help. Protection.

Men are the ones who set their own trap. They live with the idea that to be a Man with a capital M, you have to be superhuman.

Courage, determination, resilience, reliability. As if fear is an exclusively female prerogative. And a man should just move forward, without blinking, without hesitation, without stopping.

There is a silence in which only the inner voice is heard. It is rarely kind. Especially in the evenings. Especially when you come home again and do not hear any other breathing in the hallway except your own.

When there are kilometers, days, time zones between a man and a woman... everything becomes more complicated.😔😔

I like to linger in the moment between "just happened" and "now it's all over." This is my little pause, in which I allow myself to finish someone else's story in my own way.

They're funny, uneven, with burnt edges. But while I'm making them, the world becomes a little kinder.

Sometimes a phrase from a book or a quote you overheard accidentally gets stuck in your head more than your own thoughts. And one day you realize that everything you are is stitched together from other people's words and your own silences.

I didn't think that this would become my personal little ritual. But it was in the middle of the night that I realized that this is how I feel alive - barefoot in the kitchen, with a glass of cold juice and a full moon outside the window.

You can forgive a lot: awkward jokes, a tired look, even a slightly wrinkled shirt after a hard day. But there is something that brings a light but firm "no" to a woman's heart❌ Its name is bad shoes.

You can talk for a long time about fate, circumstances and “wrong times”, but the facts are stubborn: almost every woman today has a skewer in her kitchen. And not just one. Beautiful, stainless steel, with the right sharpening, ready for action 🔥. But there is no man nearby

You may think that a woman’s trust is shown in tender words, in the way she looks at you, or in the way she smiles when she texts you 😊. But there is a deeper and more subtle sign: we let you into our refrigerator 🥬

Let's be honest: women are not always sweet honey 🍯. Especially in the morning. We can be gentle, caring and smiling... but first — coffee ☕️. Until the mug is in hand — we are not angels 😈

We women don't know how to "blink" like a signal on a dashboard 🚥 to promptly tell you that something has gone wrong. We can remain silent, smile 😊, and continue to say simple things — even when something inside is already wrong 💔. And not because we want to confuse someone. It's just that we are not technology, and we don't have a built-in "check system" indicator 🔧

We women no longer want to "educate" you - there is no time for these games. And why? Every adult man is the result of long work by his mother, school and his own choices. Everything has already been educated: habits, tastes, views on the world 😌

If women were cats, the world of online dating would look completely different. Imagine: we would meow, arch our backs 🐈‍⬛, demand respect and... ban for the slightest tactlessness 🙅‍♀️. Not because we are evil, but because in the cat world, they do not tolerate those who stroke against the grain.

They say that true love is fireworks. But it seems to me that it's just hot coffee, your warm palms and nothing more.