Many men are looking for love by tasting women's hearts, breaking them piece by piece, like a chocolate bar.
It's too bitter there, cloyingly sweet here. Like a child in a store full of all sorts of toys, they look out for their own and can’t choose in any way - everyone is beautiful, everyone is happy for you and everyone wants to be yours.
But they are not interested.
And that's not how love is sought. Love first grows in itself.
They water it carefully, like a flower, do not touch anything until they understand - the moment has come to give this flower to someone special, yours.
Love is not sought, tasting out of curiosity, trying on someone's soul in a hurry, taking advantage of someone's tenderness on the run.
Love is waiting, not afraid of the cold of loneliness, not exchanging for everything that your eyes see, and not breaking other lives.
You cannot find the happiness of love, having a heart in your chest that is not ready to give, but only to take - great happiness simply does not fit there ...
If in your life there is a person who always supports you, wishes good with all his heart - this is already a great happiness.
It is important to know that there is a very dear heart in this world that protects yours.
We, like moths to the light, strive for that heart, whose light always burns for us.