They say that loneliness is time for yourself. Maybe it is, but how can you be happy if there is no one waiting for you at home? I miss a man who would not just be there, but who would be mine. Someone with whom you can talk for hours and just be silent, understanding each other. Someone with whom you can make plans and dream. Someone who will make my morning better with one message, and the evening - more comfortable with a hug. But now it is even scary to dream. Loneliness during war is felt even more strongly. A woman is not a Robinson on a desert island. It is important for us to feel that we are loved, that we are special for someone. And I believe that I will meet someone who will appreciate my warmth, and I will cherish it.