Everything is so fast now - people get to know each other in a minute, write each other "Hi" and get lost in a day. Everything is at speed, as if someone is driving us to the end. But I believe in something else - in slow love. 🐢

I like long conversations at night - when the topics have already faded, and you still don't hang up. At such moments, I understand that something important is growing between people. Love is not a loud movie with a finale, but a quiet scene where two people sit on the floor and argue about who will go for tea. ☕

I like slow kisses. 💋 Those that begin with a smile, with a hand on the back of the head, with a quiet "just a little more." When the whole world outside the window is erased, and only two people remain who don’t want to explain anything.

I believe in touches between words. In laughter without reason. In the fact that sometimes it’s enough to hug someone — and everything becomes easier. 🤗 Love can be different — passionate, bright, like a flash. But I choose the one that’s warm, like a blanket.

I’d like to think that one day I’ll meet a person with whom I can take my time. So that kisses are longer than conversations, and conversations are longer than nights. And so that inside there’s only one word: “stay.” ✨