Sometimes it seems to me that time is running out and I want to live in a different way, without haste and without illusions.
When no one promises to be perfect, and that's a huge relief.

In adulthood, love is loved not because it is "necessary",
but because it is "good".
It's nice to be close by. It's good to be silent. It's good to laugh at the same little things.😉

Passion with nerves
and jealousy with love are no longer confused here.
They don't value big words, but simple actions.
Not promises, but presence.

It's a happiness where you don't have to save each other.
No need to redo it.
There is no need to prove your worth.

Love becomes a quiet joy.
Warm and Reliable.
With morning coffee, quiet evenings
and the feeling: "finally, the right person is next to you."

And, perhaps, at this age, love stops being a game for the first
time and becomes a home.


Maybe it's stupid, but I still believe in love at my age.