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šOn the photo you may notice the sparkle, the lights, the shine that reflects every movement. But if you take away the glow, the music, and the camera, what remains is who I truly am ā and I would love for you to look deeper and not stop at the dress or the glitter. Iām a woman who works surrounded by beauty every day. Iām a manager in a womenās fashion boutique; I see hundreds of faces, characters, stories⦠and I can always tell when a woman comes not for a dress, but for confidence. Maybe thatās why people call me āvery attentive.ā I simply see people ā and whatās even more important, I feel them. Being a human on the inside matters more to me than any appearance. My hobby is pastry making š°. Itās a sweet kind of meditation: the flour flying, the cream flowing, the chocolate melting ā and somehow you melt a little with it too. Itās the feeling of doing something that brings real joy. And yes, Iād love to treat you to the most delicious dessert⦠and of course, the cherry on top would be me š How does that idea sound?
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Iām not looking for a savior. I donāt need a man to rescue me, fix me, or drag me through emotional storms. Iām for common sense, freedom of choice, and relationships that are healthy, grown, and alive, not built on pain or chaos.I was married once. And at some point I realized I was living in a house that looked perfect on the outside⦠while cracking on the inside. There was money, comfort, luxury ā but no conversations. There was food on the table ā but I sat at that table alone. No one asked who I was, what I dreamed of, what hurt, what I loved, or what I feared.
So I stopped.
I believe we are all here by Godās will, sent into this world for one purpose ā to find something spiritual, loving, and to leave this life with a soul that is full, blooming, and kind.
If you read this and feel something ā a warmth, a pull, a quiet recognition ā then weāre already halfway to meeting each other.
Tell me⦠what do you feel?
Write to me. Iām waiting for exactly you.
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