And I ask myself: do I really want someone next to me or am I just afraid of emptiness? 🤔

It seems to me that relationships are not only hugs and conversations, it is constant work on yourself and on the other person. But sometimes I get tired of these invisible rules, of the expectations that society imposes. And then a strange feeling appears: what if being alone is also a choice, and there is beauty in it? 🌿

I look at the couples around me and understand that I don't want to measure my life by other people's standards. Love shouldn't be a race or a competition, but sometimes the heart still so painfully misses someone who will understand without words 💔. And then I close my eyes and imagine what it's like to share small joys and sadness, to support and be supported.

At these moments, loneliness seems especially loud. But I'm learning to appreciate myself, my small habits and oddities. I drink hot tea on a rainy day, read books, talk to myself and find amazing warmth in it ☕️📖.

Probably, the main thing in love is not just being together, but being honest with yourself and with the other. And if I'm alone now, it doesn't mean that I'm lost. This is just a chapter in which I learn to observe, listen and understand. And who knows, maybe one day this loneliness will turn into something new, amazing and real 🌸✨.

Natasha