I dream too. Sometimes it seems so far away and unattainable.… But I believe that somewhere out there, in this vast world, there is my man. Someone who will understand me without words, who will be there for me in joy and in sorrow, who will support me and will not let go.
Sometimes you're sitting alone, and there's an emptiness inside. It seems like there are so many people around, but finding just the right one is like finding a needle in a haystack. Sometimes the heart gets tired of waiting, and then comes the sadness, the fear that dreams will remain just dreams.
But I'm not giving up. Because I know that true love does not come to those who have stopped believing. She comes to those who are open, who are not afraid to be themselves, who are ready to love and accept.
Hope is like a quiet light in the night. Sometimes it flickers and seems to go out, but just wait and it lights up brightly again. I'm learning to listen to my heart and trust it. I believe that meetings, conversations, smiles and sincere hugs are waiting ahead.
Every day I open my heart to the world and this is my path. Sometimes it seems long and difficult, but it makes me stronger and wiser.
For me, love is not just about romance and beautiful words. This is support in difficult moments, honesty and respect, the ability to forgive and understand. It's when there's a person with whom you can be real without masks and fears.
And I believe that when this love comes, I will feel it with all my heart, quietly but very strongly.