I often think about how we get attached to images, not to real people. We think that we love someone, but in fact, we are in love with the idea of ​​​​a person who could be. 💭 And then real relationships are scary, because they are noisy, complex and unpredictable. Maybe I'm the only one who is afraid of real intimacy?

And this strange thing - the fear of being "too much" for someone or, conversely, "not enough". 😶‍🌫️ I catch myself constantly comparing myself with others: who is brighter, smarter, more successful. But should love be a competition? Why do I always feel like someone better than me deserves happiness more?

Sometimes I think: maybe loneliness is not a curse, but a lesson. 🕯 A lesson about learning to accept yourself, your weaknesses and fears. But at the same time, my heart never stops wanting someone next to me, with whom I can share silence and laughter, with whom I can be real, without inventing a role. 💔

And so I sit and ask myself: maybe true love is not finding someone who will make you happy, but finding someone with whom you can be yourself, even when you are scared? 🤔