When people hear that my faith teaches me to surrender, to accept God's will, to trust in something bigger than my own plans, they think that means giving up.

There are calluses from years of work, small scars from things that broke or cut, lines that deepen with each season.

I used to think loneliness meant being physically alone, and that if I just found the right person, that feeling would go away.

I want to celebrate the New Year not in noise, but in closeness

If New Year's is a reboot, then I'm definitely ready for a refresh.

This December I'm starting with a clean slate.

My red dress is my New Year's challenge to fate

December teaches me to value silence and the right people around me.

I'm like winter. Cold until I'm truly warmed.

❄️ I love December, but this year I'm missing the warmth of a man's arms.

If you invited me to celebrate New Year's, I'd say yes.

The scent of tangerines and the whisper of candles—my ideal December

Winter warms my heart. Especially when there's a man nearby who knows how to listen.

🎁 My New Year's wish list starts with one man...

🌙 The city shines, and I search for my light

💋 A kiss under the tree that I still remember

🎄 December smells of hope

💋💋Is a woman with children really a burden, and not a heart that knows how to love more deeply, patiently, and honestly? My children are not an obstacle, but a part of my life, my strength, and my warmth. 💛💛Perhaps for a mature and strong man, a woman with experience, a soul, and a family is not a source of fear, but a valuable asset?💘💘

❄️💫 The New Year always promises a new beginning, but why is my heart still waiting for its special someone? I'm ready to love, support, and build "us," not just dream. Is it too much to want to celebrate the holidays together? Or is fate saving this encounter for a special moment?

💫❄️ The approaching New Year is a time to start anew, to believe, and to make the most cherished wishes. I find myself wondering: why am I still alone if I'm ready to love, care, and build "us"?