Love is not only about butterflies in the abdomen, but about depth.
About the ability to remain silent together and still understand each other.
About the desire to share the last - thoughts, bread, silence.
About the willingness to be near, even when difficult.
And about joy - when his smile becomes your best morning.

This is not the perfect picture. It's not always easy.
But when it is real, even ordinary things become color.
A cup of tea, a common dinner, his voice at night - everything becomes special.

I believe that love is when you are accepted not "despite ...", but "precisely because ..."
When your tears are wiped with your lips.
When your disadvantages are just a part of the whole that is called.

I dream of such love.
Not loud, not perfect, not exhibition.
And sincere, quiet, real.
Fairytale - in its warmth.

And you? Do you also believe in love that changes the world?