They say that every woman remembers three men:
the first one who broke her heart,
the one who made her laugh at night,
and the one who taught her not to settle for less than she deserves.

I remember them all.
Because they made me the one who is now writing this post in a leopard print dress, with a glass of wine and a dream of finding the FOURTH one - the one I want to remember forever.

🥀 The first one knew how to remain silent beautifully. But, unfortunately, he was silent about me when it was important.
💡 Conclusion: silence is golden, but not when you need to say "you are important to me."

🎠 The second one was as fun as fireworks, and disappeared just as quickly.
💡 Conclusion: if a man promises to be there "in five minutes," check if he is from the circus.

📚 The third one was perfect... on paper. Smart, polite, with the right words.
💡 Conclusion: even if everything is right, without a spark, it's just a PowerPoint, not a novel.

And here I am - not looking for a prince, not checking the horoscope, not believing in "halves."
I just believe that somewhere there is a man who will say:
"You are not one of the stories in my life - you are the reason why I rewrote it."