I don’t need a perfect man. With a perfect life plan, a brilliant resume, and the right words. I’m looking for something else—real, alive, and sincere.

I want people to respond to me not out of politeness, but out of feeling. To write to me not because they “have to,” but because they “really want to.” So that the words “I hear you” are not a formality, but inner warmth.

There should be a bridge between us. Not out of profit, not out of invented images—but out of reciprocity. When you open up, they meet you. They don’t run away. They don’t stay silent. They stay. And then what I’m looking for begins.