Sometimes I lie in bed at night, listening to the silence — and it feels like it’s trying to say something. Or maybe I just want someone to text me. Not just any message. Not a “hey, how are you?” But something that sends shivers down my spine…

And then I want hugs — not just physical, but in thought. For you to be nearby. Not just a screen, but your eyes. Not just words, but a touch — in words.

They say phones don’t warm you up. But I know — some messages can ignite more than a touch. The key...

People often judge too quickly.
By a photo. A smile. A sentence in a profile.
They think they know who you are… but they don’t.

Because I’m more than what you see.
I’m not just a pretty face or a clever line.
I’m late-night thoughts, quiet strength, a heart that feels deeply — but quietly.

I laugh, I dream, I carry stories I rarely tell.
Want to know me?
Then look beyond the surface.
Because real connection lives beneath what you think you see.

There’s a certain kind of silence I enjoy — the one that doesn’t need to be filled. Maybe because I’ve learned to be enough for myself. I don’t chase attention. I don’t need noise. I value presence, clarity, and the comfort of being seen without explanation.

By day, I manage a career I’ve built with care, and by night I recharge with music, walks, or deep, unhurried thoughts. I’ve traveled, I’ve built, I’ve made peace with a few storms. Now I’m here — not to impress, but to meet someone whose w...

I am a resuscitation doctor. Every day I hold in my hands not just someone else's life - I hold the line between darkness and light.

When you stand over a body that no longer breathes and restart the heart - everything else disappears. At that moment, masks, statuses, salaries, fashionable phrases are not important. It all comes down to one thing: will it breathe? Will it live?

And then I leave the hospital. The world is noisy on the street, where everyone is running, arguing, worrying about s...