I don't dream of a fairy-tale prince. I dream of a hand that will take mine at the airport and say: "Now everything is fine, you are home." I dream of simple happiness: cooking dinner together, arguing about what movie to watch, laughing at stupid things and falling asleep to his breathing.

I don't need much. Just a man who wants to walk next to me. Without promises, but with actions. Without pathos, but with warmth. Without perfection, but with soul.

Have you also ever simply dreamed of love without unnecessary words?