Not in the sense of big words and beautiful stories, but in the most ordinary, earthly sense. When the morning begins not with thoughts about business, but with the question of who makes coffee today and whether there will be bread and butter.

As you get older, you start to appreciate that. Not surprises, not fireworks of emotions, but ordinary joys. It turns out that there is an amazing sense of security in routine. When you know that there will be a dinner in the evening, let it be simple. That there would be someone nearby who was tired too. And that's enough.

Living together does not consist of holidays, but of thousands of small "together". Joint trips to the store, discussion of what to cook, walks and warmth

It used to seem that love should be bright. Now it seems more and more often that she should be calm and confident. So that you can be yourself next to me: don't smile on purpose, don't choose your words, don't play the mood. Just live.

There is something very warm about this habit of living together. The way the cup is placed in the same place. The way someone always forgets to turn off the lights. It's about how food tastes better not because of the recipe, but because it's eaten together.

Understanding comes with time.: Happiness is not "like in the movies." This is when in the evening there is someone to tell how the day went. When you can eat in silence without feeling empty.

That's probably why, over the years, you don't want new emotions more and more, but reliable ones. Not impressions, but warmth. Not solitary freedom, but a shared life simple, sometimes boring, but truly alive.