I'm a flight attendant. Yes, that girl from the plane with the neat hair and calm smile. I often hear that I have a dream job. And I don't argue. I love the sky, I love sunrises above the clouds.

But today I'm not here because of my profession. I'm here because I'm tired of returning to silence. Behind the beautiful flights lies a simple desire for someone to wait for me after my flight.

I'm not looking for the perfect love story. I'm looking for a real one. With conversations until the night. With care in the little things. With the feeling that you were chosen not by chance, but consciously.

It's important for me to feel that the man next to me isn't afraid of intimacy, doesn't confuse relationships with play, and understands the value of a woman who knows how to be tender but also knows the value of her heart.

If you're reading this and feeling something similar, perhaps we're searching for the same thing. Tell me, what does true love mean to you? Do you believe it can be found here not by chance, but at the right time?

Stewardess Alena