My hobby is a reflection of my soul. I don’t have one passion that I live by — I live by my mood. Sometimes it’s quiet and fleeting, sometimes it’s light and full of movement. It all depends on the weather inside. Evening bike rides When the sun goes down, I take my bike, put on my headphones and just ride. Without a goal. Just breathe, just be. I like the way the wind tangles in my hair, how the streets become empty and familiar. Adore swimming. I become lighter in the water. It takes away fatigue, thoughts, noise. I like to dive in and hold my breath — there, in the depths, there is complete peace. It’s like I’m learning to be again.

He doesn't have to be perfect. He has to be real. Warm. Alive. With those very eyes that make me feel at home. He is not a hero, not a savior, not a superman. He is just my man. The one with whom you can be silence, without explaining. With whom it is not scary to wake up in a bad mood. With whom you can laugh until you cry, be silent, be vulnerable, and not be afraid that this will push you away. It is important to me that he is kind. Not only to me, but also to others. So that he does not shout loudly, but speaks honestly. So that he respects my freedom, but is there when needed. I do not want to dissolve in him - I want to be next to him, leaving myself as myself. He knows how to listen. Not just hear words, but delve into the pauses between them. He knows when to hug, and when to let go a couple of steps.