🇮🇹This is my first Italian December. The air here doesn't smell of snow❄️, but of pine needles, roasted chestnuts 🌰, and sweet panettone🧁. I walk through the brightly colored Christmas markets and still catch myself thinking, "Oh my God, it's just like in a movie!"

In Ukraine, in recent years, the holiday has been quieter and more domestic, but here it spills out onto the streets. Noisy, generous, like the embrace of the entire city💝.

🎊I am enchanted by everything: from the Bethlehem manger in every church to the garlands reflected in the water of the canals. I'm trying new dishes🍝, learning Christmas wishes in Italian, and feeling my heart fill with the light of this country❤️‍🔥.

💓But amidst this universal joy, one melody quietly sounds in my soul - the melody of longing for my own miracle. 🙏I so want to share this magic with someone special. So that instead of "I," there would be "we." So that there would be someone by my side with whom I could silently gaze at the lights, drink hot chocolate☕️, and know that the best miracle is not under the Christmas tree, but in the hands that hold your hand👌.

💯This year, I'm making a wish not under the Ukrainian star, but under the Italian one. And I ask the universe for just one, the most true, Christmas gift - to be with someone whose love brightens my heart❤️‍🔥. To meet a love that will become a home in any country in the world✨.