I’m not in a rush, but I’m not here to waste time either. I know what it means to build something real — with care, attention, and that quiet joy of simply being with the right person.

I live a full life: I work, I raise my child, I laugh with friends, I sing in the car like no one’s watching. But I miss that one person who becomes home — not the walls, but the presence.

I want to meet the one, who still believes in eye contact, slow dinners, and choosing each other again and again — I think we’ll understand each other.

He doesn’t need to be loud to be strong. His energy says enough — calm, confident, with that rare kind of presence that makes you put your phone down. He’s a thinker, a feeler, someone who can match my rhythm without trying to control it.