Prices are rising, food is getting more expensive, even medicine is a luxury. But an even greater shortage is hugs.
Warm. Sincere. Protective.

I dream not of money, not of restaurants, not of resorts. I dream of waking up in the morning in a strong male hug. Making coffee for us, not just for myself. Cooking dinner not to the TV, but to his voice. Falling asleep with a sense of security.

I dream of my own home, where there is a man, a woman, and peace. Not perfection, but reciprocity.

And if you are reading these lines now, maybe this is a sign? Maybe we've been tested enough by living alone? Maybe it's time for two hearts to unite?

Write to me...
Because even the strongest women want to be weak next to someone real.