I'm not one of those girls who dreams of noisy parties.
My ideal December is home, a soft blanket, tangerines, candles, and music that sounds like a warm whisper.

I like making hot chocolate and waiting for the Christmas tree to light up.
I like the snow falling outside the window, as if the world has become a kinder place.
I like to think that somewhere there's a man to whom I could give all this warmth.

I want to celebrate New Year's not in a crowd, but next to someone who values ​​comfort.
Someone who loves simple things: laughter from home, a shared dinner, a quiet hug that speaks louder than any words.

Honestly, I'm tired of trying to be strong every day. I'm tired of dragging everything out on my own, of deciding everything myself.
In December, I especially long to feel a man's presence nearby.
Calm. Reliable. Warm.

The scent of tangerines, candlelight, and a man hugging me from behind...
That's my ideal holiday.