And I realize that I'm not comparing people, but my expectations to someone else's imagination.

Sometimes it seems like love is like a fashion trend 👗: everyone is wearing the same thing, and you're standing in the corner with something unique, something unique, and you start to doubt if you're doing it right. But then I think: who decided what "right" should be? Maybe perfect relationships don't exist, only moments when you feel good with someone.

I often catch myself in a strange habit of analyzing every word, every gesture: "Did he do it because he loves me?" "What if he doesn't?" And it's exhausting. Sometimes I just want to stop thinking and allow myself to be in the present, without comparing, without judging, without measuring by someone else's standards 🕊️.

But then another question arises: will I ever be able to love someone without looking into someone else's windows, without listening to someone else's stories, without comparing my feelings to someone else's ideal picture? 🤔

Sometimes I think true courage isn't about building a "perfect" relationship, but about allowing yourself to be alive, real, and imperfect, next to someone who sees you as you are and doesn't run away 🌹.