I don’t think that men are from Mars and women are from Venus. It’s too convenient. Too simple. And too distancing. But sometimes a person is nearby... and no longer nearby. We talk, we sleep, we even, maybe, love. But at the same time, we are not interested. We do not recognize. We are not surprised.

I haven’t met a man for a long time who is interested not just in who I am, but in what I am. What I feel when the lights go out. Why I don’t like surprises. What I look like when I just wake up. Why I always ask for a side table in a cafe. It’s all me. And not the size of my breasts or how often I text "good morning" ☕️

And yes, I have become like that too. Convenient. Simple. Fast. "Hi, where are you? What are you doing? When will I see you?" - as if that's all that's needed. And the rest - later. And "later" never comes. Because no one asks. Because I don't ask myself.

It seems to me that we have simply FORGOTTEN how to be curious. And without it, nothing works. Without the desire to know - there is no desire to stay. Everything falls apart when nothing happens between "like" and "love".

You can find out everything about me in an evening. And not know me at all. Or you can listen to me get angry at traffic jams, and in this you can already be closer than many in their entire lives.

💔 I miss real intimacy. The one where you don't need to be bright, you don't need to build an image, you don't need to guess. I want someone to want to know me again. And not just to be there. I want to learn to want again myself.

Otherwise, all this makes no sense.

Mwah)