It's not about status on social networks. It's not about an engagement ring. It's not even about long conversations at night. The feeling of "he's mine" comes differently. Like peace in the heart. Like silence without anxiety. Like a look in which there are no questions - only an answer.

It's when you don't measure the relationship by the number of messages. When you don't analyze why he hasn't written for a few hours. You just know: there is a connection between you. And you're not alone in it.

I've caught such looks. It didn't always mean "for life", but it always meant something real. Sometimes we part ways, but we remember: I was someone's "mine", and it was deep.

It's not about possession. It's about belonging. The kind that is born not from demands, but from warmth.