There is a special type of men. They don’t say tender words every five minutes, don’t throw themselves underfoot with confessions, don’t agree with every word. They are like pepper 🌶 in sweet sauce: they tickle your nerves, play on the edge, and that’s what makes them so damn attractive.

When a man says: “I love outdoor activities” 🏄‍♂️, I immediately picture mountains 🏔️, the sea 🌊, adrenaline, sun, wind in my hair… But it turns out that he has it simpler: he considers active leisure to be standing in line for milk 🥛 and a loaf of bread 🥖. And he stands confidently, like in a mountaineering team he holds the cart 🛒 tightly, as if he were storming Everest.

I don't mind if a man becomes quiet... but only at the very moment when he is about to approach me 😏. This is a special silence - thick, like the evening air before a thunderstorm ⛈️, when every second is taut like a string, and the heart even hears its own beats 💓. His gaze slowly slides over my face, lingers on my lips 😮‍💨, and the world ceases to exist...

Men, you are amazing creatures… 💫 You give me your heart in your palms 💝, then disappear so quickly that even Wi-Fi starts to miss you 📡💔. He told me quietly and seriously: “I’m worried about you”… and I almost believed that this was the beginning of something real 🌹. I imagined him next to me, his care enveloping me 🤍, holding my hand in any storm 🌊. But then — silence. Two days. Two eternities ⏳

There is one phrase that makes my eye twitch 🙃: “I don’t like drama.” And as life shows, it is most often said by those who then stage entire performances 🎬 with decorations, applause 👏 and final monologues for half an hour.

Not about big things, but about what seems important, but is scary to admit even to yourself. For example, love.

After all, when you post a photo where you open up a little more than usual, it seems like you're taking a step towards courage. But inside, there's a question: "Will anyone notice? Will anyone say it's cool?"

To have someone nearby with whom it is calm and easy. But then the question arises - what is this anyway? Love or just a habit? 🤔

You leave the house in a good mood, in comfortable but stylish clothes, your skin breathes after the morning care, your hair is in order, your gait is light after stretching, and inside there is such a pleasant feeling that you are in harmony with yourself.

They are about someone wanting to make your day a little brighter, your heart a little warmer. And when no one gives you anything, a question arises in your head: is it just that they don’t have the habit or they don’t want to? 🤔

Likes, ratings, comments — these are all small things. But why do they touch us more than our inner voice?

Sometimes, between meetings, noise and news feed, you want to switch off reality and reboot your head — but not through sleep, but through a line.

Not every frame is about smiles. Sometimes what's outside the frame is more important.

Sometimes you want to surprise yourself not with dinner, but with the finale — one that will make you smile even on the most ordinary day. This is not about diets or calories. This is about the mood.

And every time I get on my bike, I feel like I'm getting my freedom back.

The older we get, the more obvious it becomes that this ideal is not about us. To be honest, faith in fairy tales about ideal love fades, and something more real comes to replace it, and there is beauty in that.

but then you realize that more and more often you just want to curl up into a ball and forget about all these "shoulds", "needs" and "time".

It's not just a color, but a whole story about me, about my mood and even about the mood that I sometimes don't have.

I thought so for a long time, because how else, if you want to look good and feel confident?

It is not sadness or melancholy, but some special silence inside.