I want someone real. A man who sometimes burns the toast, forgets where he left his keys, and occasionally says the wrong thing - but owns it. A man who laughs at himself, cries when it hurts, and holds me like I’m his whole world. 🌍💋

The man of my dreams? He might not have six-pack abs, but he’ll have a heart that makes mine race. He might not recite poetry, but when he says “I miss you,” I’ll feel it in my bones. 🔥

I want the messy conversations, the sleepy good mornings, the little arguments that turn into even sweeter makeups. I want life - raw, unfiltered, close. 🥰

So no, he’s not perfect. But he’s mine. And that’s what makes him the one. 💘