Love is a universal language. But millions of people in different parts of the world learned to speak it differently. Some people hide their feelings behind a shy smile, while others sing songs to them on the streets. Some give gold, others give rice.

When we say “home,” each of us has our own picture in our head: a brick façade, a noisy city or a cozy village, the smell of pie, an old cup, a blanket on the couch.

Oh, how we have all been taught to dream of love that “will happen by itself.” Where everything is easy, where you just met – and off it goes. Sparks, magic, coincidences, like in the movies.

In the beginning, everything is simple: butterflies in the stomach, ringing "good morning", waiting for messages, loud laughter, passion from one touch. Love in the beginning is like fireworks: bright, exciting, a little crazy.

As children, we were told fairy tales. A handsome prince saves a princess, they get married — and… that’s it. The end. The curtain closes, the credits roll across the screen, and behind the scenes, supposedly, there is eternal happiness. But if only everything were that simple.

They say that the best way to test a couple's true compatibility is... on a trip. Why? Because the road opens up not only new horizons, but also people for each other - real, alive, without masks and filters.

There is something magical in the way a rich red wine slowly swirls in a glass, the way it leaves a thin path on the glass before touching your lips. Wine is not just a drink. It is an invitation to slow down, to taste the moment and... to become closer.

Good girl syndrome: how to get out of the role? 🎭

True love is quiet. It doesn't scream. It just is.

Love is a beginning. Choice is a continuation. And together is real closeness.

Adult romance isn't about loud gestures, but about morning coffee when he knows how many spoons of sugar you need.

During these morning hours, my family would gather together and go to church. For us, it was not just a routine matter, but a real small tradition that brought peace and inner order to our lives.

Maybe it sounds too immeture? But I really beleive that one man — is EVERYTHING. Not just "one of many" :)

There is a special feeling — noticing someone else's light in the windows and fantasizing about who is laughing, baking a pie, or just reading in silence.

Sometimes I want to hide even from my own thoughts. Then I close the doors, turn off the lights and turn on the coziness. Not for someone else. For myself.

When the day is ending and my soul is noisy, one simple action saves me - make coffee. Not for the sake of cheerfulness, but to feel the support under my feet and the taste of the moment.

(Wisdom of Solomon 13:1–5)

This post was born as a personal letter ✉️ to those men who have already lived a lot 🌿, but perhaps have not yet felt the most important thing 💫. I am not writing for a game 🎭. I wonder if any of you believe that the real can come later than we are used to waiting for ⏳. It is about a second chance 🔄. About silence 🤫. About a look 👀. And, perhaps, about you and me 💞

I often think about home. Not about a renovated apartment. About a space where it's good.

Recently I came across an old video - I'm in the village, running through the field, screaming, laughing. Hair in a ponytail, dirty knees, but my face is glowing. It was me.