I don't need to be convinced, I don't need to be educated.
I need to be felt. And not be scared.
I know how to be gentle, even when I'm silent.
I can support with a word - or just a look.
I don't need diamonds. I bloom from attention.
It's not rudeness that hurts me, but indifference.
I remember little things. The smell of perfume, how someone held a spoon, how they looked.
I can forgive everything, except betrayal. Because a betrayed soul doesn't forget.
I dream of something simple: a man with whom it will be easy to be silent, laugh out loud and wake up in the morning without worries.
If you know how to love like that - it will be easy for you with me.