Yes, there is a strange feeling - as if something is missing. Not a person as such, but a feeling that there is someone "your own". Someone with whom you can be silent and not feel awkward. With whom you want to share stupid things like "look how funny the clouds are today" ☁️ or "I just burned a pancake because I was looking at the sunset" 🌅.

I understand that being alone is also a choice. And this is not about the fact that I am closed off from people. I just want the real thing. Not for the sake of status, not to be "like everyone else", not because "it's time". I want someone next to me with whom it will be easy and calm. And yes, it’s fun and lively, without that tired game of “the right couple”.

Maybe I want too much? Sometimes it seems that way. But then I remember that true intimacy doesn’t come from agreeing to the first person you come across. It comes when you meet a person and suddenly realize that you don’t have to pretend.

I appreciate the moments when I feel in harmony with myself. When I can fall asleep with a book on my face 📖, wake up from a ray of sunshine and smile because the day has just begun. And I think: “When someone comes along to whom I want to cook my crooked pancakes and tell about funny cats in the yard — that’s when he’ll appear.”

Sometimes it seems to me that a real relationship isn’t about finding a “soul mate”, but about the desire to share a full life. When you don’t try to fill the void with someone, but simply share what you have. And then loyalty, closeness, understanding — all of this comes naturally.

You know, I believe that everyone has their own moment of meeting. It just comes when you are ready for it. In the meantime, I make coffee, make myself a playlist of my favorite songs 🎵 and smile at the world. After all, loneliness is not a sentence. It is just a page that I am writing myself right now 🙂

Natalka