It's no longer gray November or cold February outside. The sun shines differently, the air smells of something new, and even familiar streets look different. And in this flood of light and change, it's so natural to want to share it with someone close.
Not for show or "just to have it." But for simple things: strolling along the embankment without rushing, laughing at silly jokes, hugging each other in silence, and feeling needed. I long for cozy evenings with tea, when I don't have to pretend or act. When I can simply be myself and be accepted.
Spring seems to give permission for something new. For meetings that begin with a smile. For walks that stretch until dark. For that lightness that was lost somewhere between work deadlines and everyday routine.
I'm open to this feeling. I'm not chasing it, but I'm not closing the door either. If love is destined to happen this spring, let it be. Let it be warm, honest, and real. Without unnecessary words. Simply for two.