I was sitting on a tram and listening to other people's conversations. A girl was arguing with her friend that "you need to build relationships correctly." I looked at her hands clenched into a fist and wondered why love suddenly began to look like a course on personal growth. Everyone is so smart - "don't write first," "keep your distance," "make them miss you."

But for me, everything is simpler: I want to write - I write. I want to hug - I hug. If someone responds with warmth - I stay. If with coldness - I move on, let there be room for someone alive.

In the morning, I make coffee and think: maybe the secret is not in who to meet, but in how much warmth is left in us. Someone is waiting for the "perfect", but love is not about perfection. She's like, "So what if it's not going according to plan."

I put candles on the windowsill - let them burn, even during the day. I want everything in life to be so simple: to burn, to shine, and not to be afraid of burning out completely. By the way, do you often allow yourself to be spontaneous?