For too long, I apologized for wanting more, for feeling too deeply, for dreaming not only of peace but also of passion, of real emotions, of a life where everything is real.

I apologized for my tears, for my words, for the fact that I might seem overly sensitive to someone.
But one day I realized that every time I say "sorry," it's like I'm cutting off a piece of myself.
But the most beautiful thing about a woman is her liveliness.
The way she feels. The way she desires.

When I allowed myself to simply be, and not make excuses, not pretend, not hide my eyes, I suddenly felt so calm.

I began to savor life: morning coffee, the smell of rain, the touch of the wind on my skin...
I felt an inner "yes" to everything that resonated.

I no longer apologize for wanting attention, warmth, words, touch, true intimacy.
For wanting to be loved—not just "conveniently," but truly, to the point of trembling.
A woman doesn't have to be made of iron.
Sometimes strength is simply allowing yourself to want.

And if someone can't handle your depth, it's not your fault.
It means they can't navigate where you live.

And you... when was the last time you allowed yourself to simply want, without explanation, without justification?