We often imagine love as something big, bright, almost festive. But over time, I realized: real relationships begin not with fireworks, but with silence. And the most love is not in expensive gifts, not in perfect shots for social networks, but in simple, ordinary things that become "ours".

It is ordinariness that shows whether we know how to be together - simply. Without drama. Without a scene. Without unnecessary pathos.

Love is when you come home tired, and he silently puts the kettle on. He doesn't ask, doesn't impose a conversation. Just there. And you feel that you are better.

It's when a Saturday trip to the store turns into another small ritual. You argue over some little things, laugh, go slowly - and you feel that there is peace in this simplicity.

This is when it is not a shame to be imperfect. In a bathrobe, without makeup, with a disheveled mood. And he does not turn away, but says: "You are especially cute today."

Ordinaryness is when you are not afraid to be silent. Not because there is nothing to say, but because it is calm around you. And you do not need to prove something with words all the time.

Realness is not only flowers on Valentine's Day, but a warm blanket when you are sick. It is when someone remembers how much you love coffee and buys that particular cheese. These are small daily gestures that we create.

I used to be afraid of ordinaryness. It seemed that it would destroy romance. But no. It is the foundation. If it is good in it, then the big will be good too. If it is cozy next to a person in their everyday life, it means that you can build something real.

Because we live not only for holidays. We live for ordinary days. And if someone makes them warmer, they have already become a part of your happiness.