An older man. Experience, calm, a look that sees you deeper than your photos on social media. But I kept quiet - I was afraid of judgment.

"What did you find in him?"
"He's a good father for you."
"These young people are climbing on my neck again."

Yes, I like it when a man knows what he wants. When he speaks quietly but confidently. When he doesn't play games because he's already played.
And for some reason, this thought became louder in spring.

But you know what? Spring taught me: the real always sprouts, even through concrete. And if something pulls you, warms you from the inside - maybe it's worth giving it a chance?

Because spring is the time when we allow ourselves to be ourselves.
Even if someone doesn't understand it.