relationships, marriage, traveling together
I am like a book with a worn cover, but with magical pages inside. Sometimes I write letters that I never send , simply because there should still be room for secrets in the world. I love Classic poetry arranged in modern style. I like to catch glances in which you can drown, and listen to voices in which you can hear the meaning. I am not looking for the ideal, I am looking for the real. Someone who is not afraid of silence, who can look deeper than words and feel between the lines. If you also believe that chance meetings are not chance at all, let is start with a simple hello and see where this story takes us.
He is not perfect - and that is wonderful. He is a man who knows how to live by his feelings, not by graphs. He may not know what house the Moon is in now, but he knows how important it is to hold someone's hand. He knows how to be strong without suppressing, and soft without losing his core. He has already had a life behind him - with its twists and turns and winds, but he still believes in love. Real, mature, with tenderness, respect and a little madness in his eyes. He does not necessarily ride a horse, but he definitely understands that freedom is not an escape, but trust. He is not afraid of the stars, if there is a person nearby with whom he can look at them. If you can laugh even when coffee has spilled on your shirt, if you want not a game, but living warmth - perhaps you are the one who is needed. The stars will tell you the rest.
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