Love, to me, isn’t just sweet words and butterflies. It’s courage. It’s letting someone see you without the armor — shaky hands, messy thoughts, the whole raw truth 🫀💭. We crave connection, yet we fear being fully seen. But I believe real love begins where the mask ends — and stays when things get hard. That’s the kind I want.

My dream? To find a love that feels like home — soft, deep, a little wild. Someone to share silence with, dance barefoot in the kitchen, and build a life that's both peaceful and full of spark 💫🏡💋.

I wake up slowly — light a candle, put on soft music, and take my time. Mornings are sacred here 🌅🕯️. Sometimes I write. Sometimes I just sip tea and stare out the window like I’m in a movie 🎞️🍵. Daytime is for working, dreaming, and getting distracted by thoughts too poetic to ignore 📚💭. In the evening, I romanticize everything: the way the light falls, the scent of clean sheets, the sound of my pen ✍️🌷.

Nature recharges me 🌿. I love walking without a destination, feeling the sun on my skin ☀️, and noticing the tiny, beautiful things that most people rush past — like shadows on leaves or quiet birdsong 🍃🐦. Photography is how I slow the world down 📷. Yoga helps me listen inward 🧘‍♀️. Sometimes I ride a bike just to feel the wind pull the thoughts out of my head 🚲💨. I’m not one for rush or noise. I crave slowness, clarity, and moments that feel like exhaling. Come wander with me? 🌸☁️