I imagine a cozy home, soft candlelight, and a quiet melody in the background. We cook dinner together - something simple but special, like pasta with a sauce that smells of fresh herbs.

I love it when a man is involved in every moment of the evening: helping in the kitchen, making jokes, putting glasses on the table, and sincerely enjoying the process. After dinner, we sit on a soft sofa, wrap ourselves in a blanket, and talk. Conversation is probably the most important thing. We share memories, dreams, and plans, laugh, and understand that the intimacy between us is built not only on passion, but also on trust.

The end of such an evening is a time when we simply enjoy the silence. Maybe we walk under the stars or stay at home, holding hands. And in every look, in every touch, there is a feeling that we found each other for a reason.