Sometimes something flares up inside that you can't name. Not fear. Not sadness. Not loneliness. But rather a wild, inexplicable thirst... to truly live. To feel every emotion to your fingertips ✨ To be not just "convenient", but real - with your desires, weaknesses, with this pulsating spark inside 🔥

This fire is not always about pain. It can be about passion 💋 About the fact that a woman has stopped hiding her essence. Stopped holding back, being silent, enduring. She can be warm and affectionate - but only if she wants it herself. And she can be an uncontrollable hurricane - if she has been accumulating inside for too long 🌪️

She is not looking for a hero who will come running with a bucket of water. She doesn't need a fireman 🚒 She needs someone who will see her flame and not be afraid. Someone who will sit next to her, hold out his hand and say: "Burn. I'm here. I'm not afraid." ❤️‍🔥

Because sometimes — the fire inside a woman doesn't destroy. It cleanses. It turns her into someone who will no longer live "for later." And if you're there — be ready to accept this flame. Or step away. Because she no longer wants to put out herself for the sake of someone else's peace of mind 🌹
Maria❤️