About myself and my ideal match:
Sometimes life pauses. Not a period, not an end… just a pause… I am a widow. And this is a part of my story that I am not ashamed of, but I do not make it the centre of my life. Because I still believe in and want love. Otherwise, why would we both be here?
I want to give you an example, an unripe early peach that grows on a tree will be very sour and not tasty, but a ripe peach is juicy and very tasty and when you eat it, you enjoy it, everyone can perceive this analogy in their own way, but I hope you guess what I meant. If you have ever eaten a real ripe peach, you know what I mean… It is a taste that you want to return to. It is not about age, it is about depth, strength and real pleasure to be near.
You can be older, younger, taller, quieter, brighter, more rational or, on the contrary, a little lost. It does not matter. What is more important is to be honest. With me, with myself, with this world. I don’t need the ideal, I need the real one. I don’t care what kind of car you drive (or if you don’t have one at all) - it’s much more interesting where you want to go. I don’t care about big words, what’s more important is how silent you are next to me.
I don’t play games. I’ve already been through a lot, understood a lot, let go of a lot. Now I just want to be a woman next to whom you feel calm, warmth and maybe that very fullness of life that we sometimes search for for years.
Let this be the beginning. Quiet, without unnecessary pathos. Simply human. Write to me if you can hear with your heart.