I want to be not just the one with whom it is comfortable. Not just the one whose name is known. But the one to whom they go with warmth, whose hand they hold tightly, as if they are afraid to lose. The one whose heart is valued, whose soul is heard even without words.

I do not need a perfect script or Hollywood romance. Sincerity is more important to me. So that there is a smile when he sees me, and warmth when I am near. So that his eyes speak more than phrases from films, and so that his actions always contain respect, care and... choice. The choice to be with me - every day anew.

I believe: somewhere there is my man. Not just a "man", but a worthy, strong, loving, faithful - the best. The one who knows the value of words and actions. Who is not afraid of the depth of relationships and cherishes feelings as the most valuable. He, like me, is probably also searching. Also waiting. Also hoping to meet not just someone - me.

I am not rushing time. I have no desire to grab onto a relationship out of fear of being alone. I want a love that has freedom, not dependence. Respect, not control. Partnership, not a one-sided game. I believe that I will meet a man with whom I will feel truly myself - loved, needed, important.

And one day... I will put on a white dress. Not because it is customary. But because he will be next to me - my man. The one with whom I will want to share not only joy, but also everyday life, and Monday morning, and old age with wrinkles for both of us.

Until then - I am learning to love myself. To take care of myself. To fill me. Because you can only become a beloved woman when you first see in yourself the one who can and should be loved.