Sometimes it seems like the whole world is preparing for warmth and comfort, and I am left alone with myself, thinking about what it means to be alone, but still believe in love 💭.

I think about marriage, about what it can be like when you want warmth and support, and I understand that autumn melancholy intensifies this feeling the most 🌧. Not because I need someone now, but because inside there is a desire to find someone who will be there, with whom I can share simple moments - a warm blanket, aromatic tea, laughter for no reason.

Autumn reminds me that loneliness is not just emptiness, but a time for reflection. To understand what I really want, what kind of love and what kind of relationship I am ready to accept in the future. Sometimes sadness helps to see how important small joys are: a call from a friend, a ray of sunshine, a book that warms the soul 🌟.

Sometimes I ask myself: can someone create a strong, real marriage if they have not first learned to be happy with themselves? Or is the autumn blues a test that teaches you to appreciate true love when it comes? 🍁

Val