But lately, I feel: something is missing.

I not only want to admire the flowers - I want someone to hold my hand when we listen together, as the evening falls asleep. I want someone to kiss me on the field where I work. So that I can plant not only grain - but also love. The one that grows slowly but strongly. From the point of view. From touch. From faith.

I am open to leave Ukraine - but only for the sake of a man I really needed. Because true love, like the harvest, does not come in one day. She should be cherished, believed in it, care. I dream of starting my agrarian life from scratch - together. To develop business, land, and ... relationships. Fair. Passionately. Truly.