🌧 These rains are like my thoughts. Sometimes tears, sometimes hope. Sometimes cold, sometimes suddenly a ray of warm sun. but somewhere inside there is still a girl who is waiting: someone will come. And say: "I chose you."

People often write to me: "You are strong."
And I am simply alive. A living, real woman who dreams of real hugs. About a look in which there is admiration, not fatigue. About conversations where they don't ask "How much do you earn," but say "How do you feel?".

🌹 Yes, I still believe. Yes, I open my heart. And you know, it's not naivety. It's courage.
Because at our age, love is not about butterflies. It's about choice. And I want to choose the one who will choose me. Not through a photo. Not through a status. But — with my heart.

Thank you for reading me.

With love,
Svetlana 🕯