But there is something that I still miss ...

Love. Gentle touch. Sincere eyes nearby. Laughing in the evenings. Warm hands that will hug after a hard day. Conversations to dawn. I'm not ashamed of this desire. Because I'm alive. And my heart wants not only to work - it wants to fight next to the other heart.

Sometimes I close my eyes, turn on the imagination - and see it. The one who is not scared of my tractor, my character, my strength. The one who understands that under this character is a gentle soul that wants to be loved.

I'm ready to leave everything - but not myself. I will leave Ukraine if I know that he is waiting for me somewhere. A man who sees not only an agronomist or tractor driver, but a woman. I will open the world where you can meet dawn in the field and fall asleep with wine, tenderness and warmth ...

In the meantime, I write it - and I hope he will notice me.