I don't believe in ideal men. And I'm not looking for a prince on a white horse. I want a real man - with smile wrinkles, with habits, with a lively character.
I don't expect him to guess my every wish. I just want him to be there for me and be me.

I want to really share my mornings and evenings, my joys and my tiredness with someone. Making breakfast together. Arguing about little things. Walking around with no purpose.
I don't ask for much. Just to be there for me. Just love - not for something, but in spite of it.

Let him be stubborn. He may not always say the right thing. What matters is that he's honest. That his "I'm there for you" is not in words, but in actions. And then I'll give him all my warmth.