We women don't always dream of a prince with a perfect hairstyle and candles around the room. Sometimes our imagination takes us somewhere more... honest realities.
Sometimes we imagine not a candlelit dinner, but how he, having eaten too much borscht, fell asleep on the couch ๐๏ธ, burying his face in a pillow... and gave such a concert that even the cat moved to the bathroom. ๐ We close our eyes and see him - homely, disheveled, in a T-shirt that's too big, with this cute "tractor roar" that can be heard through the wall. And instead of irritation, for some reason we smile ๐. Because it means - he's nearby. Alive. Real. Warm.
Snoring is not romantic. But it's part of life. And therefore, part of intimacy. ๐It's not about irritation. It's about acceptance. About how important it is for someone to have a habit of losing socks under the bed ๐งฆ, laughing loudly at stupid jokes ๐ and... yes, snoring so loudly that the neighbors think they've turned on the generator.
Because this everyday life is the essence of real relationships. Without filters. Without masks. With love even for snoring๐
Tanya๐น
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