I don’t need a man who manages everything, earns millions or gives flowers every day.
I want “mine”.
Someone who will hug me so that I don’t need anything else.
Who will look not only at my body, but also at my soul.
Who will not be afraid of my tenderness.

I dream of waking up not in silence.
But with a child’s laughter somewhere in the kitchen.
With the smell of coffee that someone made not perfectly — but with the thought of me.

I dream of a home where it’s not scary to cry.
And it’s not shameful to laugh out loud.
Where you can be yourself without embellishing anything.
Just be.

I don't need a "perfect life".
I want mine.
Warm, alive, with hugs, without filters.
Where we are.

Maybe I'm romantic.
But is it bad to believe in love that breathes next to you?
Not too loud. But real.
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