I’ve climbed twelve floors when the elevator didn’t work. I’ve negotiated deals in shelters.
I’ve learned to smile when my heart is pounding.
Because someone has to help people keep believing in new beginnings.
And that someone, lately, has been me.

But what I’ve realized is—
I want a beginning too.
A personal one.
The kind you don’t seal with a signature… but with a sunrise.

That’s why I joined this site. Not to escape.
Not to be saved.
But to be seen.

To find a man who knows how to laugh even when the world forgets how.
Someone who doesn’t think I’m too deep, too passionate, too tired, too alive.
Someone who would wake up at 4 a.m. just to say, “Let’s chase the dawn,”
Or lie beside me under the stars, pointing at constellations like it’s the only map that matters.

I don’t need perfection.
I don’t even need certainty.
I just need a man who understands that even in a broken world, two hearts can create a home.
No walls required.