Work, calls, deadlines, messages… sometimes I feel like all I do is live by the clock.
And yes — I’m good at what I do, and I’m proud of it. But deep down, I miss something else.

I miss being hugged from behind while I’m cooking.
I miss someone asking, “How was your day?” and really wanting to know.
I miss warmth. I miss connection. I miss love.

It’s not about flowers or promises — it’s about a real man beside me.
Someone I can smile with in the kitchen, fall asleep next to, or just sit beside in silence.

Maybe that’s why I’m here. Maybe it’s you?

Anastasia ♥️