I dream of a connection in which breathing is in unison, touches are like a language without words, and eyes are more honest than any confessions.
I am not afraid to be open. To be afraid is about the past.
Now I want to be real: sensual, deep, desirable. And to be near someone who is not afraid of this depth.

My heart knows how to wait.
But it is tired of halftones. Of "almost". Of "let's try".
I want "yes". Unconditional, conscious, real.
I want to be someone's home, inspiration, consolation,...

I am like my country.
Soft on the outside, strong on the inside. Warm when loved. Uncompromising when burned.
I have the generosity of the fields, the freedom of the wind, the warmth of bread and the coolness of river water.
I know how to wait, but I do not tolerate falsehood. I love deeply, with roots. And if I let in, then forever.

My tenderness is not weakness. It is a strength that embraces, heals and inspires.
My smile is not a mask. It is the sun through which rain sometimes breaks throug...

Hi,
I am not one of those who just “watch TV series under a blanket” (although this has its own charm). I like evenings where there is life - unexpected conversations, laughter, walks without a route, something new, even crazy.

I wonder, what are you like in the evenings?
The one who starts a spontaneous adventure? Or the one who starts talking in such a way that you want to listen all night?

What if our evenings coincide?
Anastasia

There are days when it seems like everything has already happened.
There was love, there were disappointments, there were attempts to start over.
And you want to give up, tell yourself: "Enough. I'm tired."

But you know what the truth is? The present does not go away.
It can be delayed. It can come later than we expected.
But it will definitely come - if you are not closed off to the world.
If you have at least a little warmth, faith and desire to be with someone not out of habit, but at the ca...