I often wake up in different cities—in one, the smell of morning bread, in another, the sound of a tram outside the window. And sometimes, in the silence of a hotel, I just want someone's voice next to me.

When a plane takes off, and for a few minutes that silence falls above the clouds, I always think about the same thing: will there one day be someone to whom I'll return not to yet another airport, but home?

I know how to be strong, I know how to be patient, I know how to wait.
But I'm tired of waiting for what comes naturally.

Maybe love requires action too. That's why I'm here.

If you, too, aren't afraid to be real. If you, too, sometimes just want to hold someone's hand and remain silent. If you believe that love isn't a game, but a choice, then maybe we should get to know each other.

Tell me, do you believe that two people can meet for a reason?

I really want to know.
Alena