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?

Sometimes it hurts so much that even breathing is a feat. Sometimes you wake up in the morning and don't know where to get the strength to put on a smile again and pretend that everything is fine. Sometimes being strong is not a choice, but the only way not to drown. But I hold on. Because I know: somewhere far away - he is. My person. My beloved. My home, which I can't reach yet.

Sometimes you wake up in the morning and catch yourself thinking: "How long can I wait?" Not a train, not a vacation, not a weekend - but that life. The real one. Where you don't just exist, but live. Where you are not just tolerated, but loved. Where you are not judged, but accepted. Where you are not broken, but carefully held, if suddenly a storm.

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Flowers are not just a gift. This is the language of tenderness.

And this is all the strength of a woman.

A woman doesn’t need flowers to feel complete — she can buy them herself. But when a man gives flowers, it’s not about the bouquet — it’s about attention, care, and feeling special. It’s a gesture that says, “You matter.” Because flowers from a man carry meaning that no shop receipt ever could.

I’m not starting life from scratch, I’m starting it with experience. Everything that happened before are my lessons and my strength. This experience helps me move forward with confidence and not fear change. Every new chapter of my life is built on what I already carry inside.

I know how to care — it’s part of who I am. But deep inside, I also want to have a man by my side who is capable of warmth and attention. Being strong doesn’t mean I don’t need anything. Even when I give a lot, it’s important for me to sometimes feel cared for in return.