Love has no age limit.

Many of my friends are convinced that finding love at 46 is impossible. This always makes me smile. Does love have a limit, an expiration date, or an end date?

At 46, I know exactly who I am, what's important to me, and who I want to be with. I'm not looking for illusions, I don't play games, and I don't confuse loneliness with freedom. I'm interested in genuine conversations, respect, warmth, and a man who isn't afraid of emotional and human intimacy.

I believe that love comes not when it's "time," but when we are ready to be honest – with ourselves and with another person. If you also believe that feelings don't depend on the numbers in your passport, perhaps we should start a conversation. What's your opinion?