I am NOT ASHAMED of being inexperiensed. I would be ashamed to pretend that I know how to love if my soul feels empty. It is not scarry not to know — it is scary not to WANT to learn. And this is exactly what I see more and more — a woman in a relationship, like in a prison, thinking that “to love” means to buy her husband a sulphat-free shampoo and say “thank you” once a year. :| I better be “not skilled” but with eyes full of light, than an expert of family routine with a soul gone dark. ;)

And you know what I truly bealieve? That love is NOT when “two people found each other”, but when ONE person decided to go all the way. Alone. At first. With no guarantees. And then the other one joined. It’s like in a choir — one person sings first, a bit off-key, unconfidant... and then another one starts, and something happens — HARMONY. :)

So I am not waiting for a “perfect man”. I am waiting for someone who is also NOT A BIG EXPERT, but honest about it. :)

And yes, I am 34. And no, I have not had “love stories”. Just lots of obzervations and strange questions. :)

Waiting for your reply — not as a “judgement”, but like a real voice from the other side. I am really CURIOUS.

The one who is still learning how to love… but doing it with real passion. ;)

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