Because when they love you - sincerely, deeply, without conditions - the world becomes different. Even the darkest day makes sense when there is someone for whom you are light. And then you want not to remain silent, not to hide tears, but to divide everything: from a cup of coffee in the morning to silence in the evening.

I am not looking for the perfect man. I just believe that even the most complex things are simpler. Because love is not about a fairy tale. It's about the choice. Daily. Each other.

So what better? Love, even with the risk of breaking the heart, is eternal loneliness that does not hurt but does not live in full?

I choose love. And you?