I fix the faucet myself, plan my own vacations, earn my own living, and don’t cry myself to sleep at night. I’ve learned to be alone so well that it’s become a problem. Because now, I don’t know why I’d need a man. And this isn’t pride it’s fear.

I don’t want to be rescued. I want someone to prove that being a couple doesn’t make life harder, but warmer. That my strength isn’t a reason to stay single. That beside me, one doesn’t have to be a hero just a human being.

Men, tell me honestly: are you ready to be the one who makes a good life even better? Or do you only need someone helpless so you can feel needed? I’m tired of being a fortress. But I won’t surrender to just anyone who comes along.

Inna