Many say that after forty, a completely different life begins. Someone is afraid of loneliness, someone has already given up on love. But I am not one of those who give up. I believe that my story is not yet finished. And in this story there will definitely be love. Warm, calm, mature. The one in which you do not need to pretend and fight for attention. In which you are accepted with your pluses and minuses.

I am not looking for adventure. I am looking for the present. I want to talk heart to heart, watch the sunset, cook dinner together, just live next to someone who knows how to be there. Who knows the value of time, loyalty and simple words I am there.

Do you believe that love is possible at any age? Have you ever fallen in love not by age, but by heart?