It was one of those evenings 🌙 when you just want to disappear from all schedules. I made a decision: fill the bathtub with warm water 💧, sprinkle rose petals 🌹 inside and put on gentle music 🎶 - no plans, just for myself.

As the water embraced my body, I felt the bustle of the day dissolve. Through the half-prepared steam, I looked at the candles 🕯️ and thought: can't self-love be the most sincere? It was not an affair with someone, but an affair with myself.

I remembered how I dreamed of writing a letter as a child ✉️, but I was afraid - now it’s as if I’m writing it to myself: “You deserve these petals, this time and this warmth.”

And then I lay and listened to the music reflecting off the surfaces, creating a bridge between generations of memories in my soul. It was my little night ritual - a gift to myself 🎁.

And when I got out of the bath, I hugged the blanket and realized: right now I’m on the same wavelength with my dream - quiet, but real. This is more than just rest. This is a reminder to myself that you can be loved even by yourself.

The bottom line: sometimes a real fairy tale ✨ is you, with yourself, by candlelight.