They say that men after middle age have seen everything. They’ve loved 💔, lost, been disappointed. It’s hard to surprise them, even harder to really touch them. They no longer believe in empty promises, they’re tired of games 🎭 and have long since learned to be silent where they used to talk a lot 💬.

But there’s something that’s still untouched in you, right?.. 💭

Words not said. Nights not lived 🌙. Days not spent with someone real. You’ve become smarter, calmer, deeper… But don’t you think that along with this you’ve become more cautious so much that you almost don’t allow yourself to try again? 🔒

And here I am 😊 And I’m only twenty.
I don't have your experience, but I have a different curiosity 👀, sincerity ❤️, a desire to feel not just a body, but a person. I'm not looking for a stormy romance in one evening 🌪️. I'm looking for something that could be born when no one is expecting a miracle anymore ✨

Sometimes it seems to me that your age is not about the strength of the body, but of the gaze 👁️. About the silence that heals 🌌. About the ability to be there without words. About an experience that doesn't tire you, but attracts you 🕊️. And no matter how bold it may sound, perhaps it is young girls who are still able to believe in you not because of status, but because of feelings 🔥

A second chance is not about correction. It's about choice ⚖️

About the right to allow yourself to live again... and live beautifully 🌹

Even if the first time didn't work out.

Maybe it's time to stop looking back 🕰️
And look at the one who is looking straight at you 💗

With hope and respect
Victoria 🌷