But life isn't a resume. And I'm tired of pretending that it can compensate for the lack of sparkle, the laughter that brings tears at three in the morning, the feeling when you're with someone and not supposed to be with them.

It might sound naive, but I allowed myself to want more. Not more money or social status—more authenticity. A person with whom I can be funny, weird, and imperfect. Someone who will see my flaws not as bugs in a program, but as character traits that I love.

It's a strange state—when you stop waiting for him and start creating a life he wants to enter. I suddenly noticed that I stopped being nervous. Instead, I go dancing, read books I enjoy (even if they're "not serious"), and bake cookies at two in the morning just because I feel like it.

And what's funny? When you stop frantically searching, people start noticing you as a "marriage candidate," but simply as an interesting person. Maybe that's the real secret? 🌙