But I am alive.
I laugh when I don’t hold back.
I miss when I don’t get a “good morning” from the one I am waiting for.
And I want.
Not luxury. Not status. But my husband.

Someone with whom you can fall asleep not in tension, but in an embrace.
Who looks not only at my body, but also sees my tenderness.
Who kisses me not only on the lips, but also on the forehead - so that I know: “you are safe”.

I am not looking for a prince.
I don’t need a fairy tale.
I just want my reality — with warmth, touch, support.

I know that I can love deeply.
I can be not just a “girl”, but a feminine space in which I want to stay.
And I wait.
Not passively. But with faith.
Because real things come when you are ready not to play, but to be.

And if you are reading this —
Maybe you are the one who will feel me not from a picture, but from the soul.

Dreamy, alive, and ready to be there for real 🤍✨