I'm a flight attendant. Sometimes I think people only see the beautiful side of this profession. But no one sees me coming back to my room at night, taking off my heels, and the first thing I feel is silence. A vast, dense silence. The kind where you can clearly hear that no one is waiting for you.

I'm not complaining. I love my job. It has taught me to be strong, patient, and calm. It has given me the opportunity to see the world.

But I want love, not just a picture. I want a person who can listen, not just talk. Who appreciates the simple things when, after a flight, I simply lay my head on his shoulder and that's enough. I don't need big words; I'm tired of them on the plane. I need someone who makes me feel calm, like I feel in soft clouds at dawn.

I don't know if it's right to write so frankly. But honestly, I'm tired of hiding what I feel. And if even one person reads this and thinks, "She's not perfect, but she's sincere," then my writing wasn't in vain.

How do you feel about people who work a lot and live on the go? Do you even believe that a real relationship can start with a simple text?

Alena, flight attendant