They say that the warmest people are those who always have a little spring inside them.
I think I'm one of those people.
Kind to the point of trembling in my fingers, sometimes even too much — but I don't know how to be any other way.
Sincere to the point of impropriety: if I have feelings, they show immediately in my eyes; if I don't, I can't hide it either.

I really want love. Not just “someone nearby,” but the kind that takes my breath away, gives me goosebumps, and makes me feel like everything is finally in its place.
For the sake of true love, I can move mountains, rewrite plans, and learn to breathe in sync with another person.
I love sports — it helps me feel alive. Swimming is my personal universe: water, silence, just me and my heartbeat.
And books — they are like a second breath for me. I can read until midnight, wrapped in a blanket, crying over the lines and laughing out loud.
And yes... I am very passionate.

When I fall in love, it's always a little too much: too many emotions, too much desire to be closer, too much fire.
But that's why it's never cold around me.

I am looking for a man nearby who cares about us being truly happy together.
I want a loving, warm person who knows how to listen not just with words, but with his heart. Someone who tries to understand, even when I can't fully explain myself.

Someone with whom I can be myself without masks or the right answers.