I don’t know who is reading this, maybe no one. That’s why I’ll write as if these are just my unread notes… thoughts of a girl who moved from Ukraine to Poland to start a new life.

The hardest thing in moving to a new country was not the language, not even the paperwork. It was the silence. Back home, I always had someone around - friends, neighbors, family. Here I come home after work, close the door, and there is no sound, no one waiting for me, no familiar voices. At first, it felt like free...

Sometimes I feel like I was born in the wrong time. Today people scroll, swipe, and move on so quickly. But I still believe in slow, deep feelings. I dream about holding hands during a walk, kissing under the rain, writing little notes to each other.

Many say this is “old-fashioned,” but to me it’s real love. Expensive gifts and fancy things can’t replace simple warmth and care.

Sometimes I ask myself: maybe I’m too romantic for this century? Or maybe people just hide their feelings more nowad...

Just to imagine...while other women scroll through Instagram, I spend my evenings walking around empty apartments, arguing with keys that never want to fit in the lock, and negotiating with clients who are “just looking” but secretly want to move in tomorrow.

Yes, I’m a real estate agent and not the boring kind who only talks about square meters and ceiling height. I know all the city’s hidden rooftops with the best sunsets, I’ve been in penthouses where chandeliers cost more than a small car, ...

Sometimes I catch myself dreaming about embraces…
About those when a man’s arms gently hold me, and I feel like a little girl.
There’s something magical in the moment when everything else disappears, leaving only the two of us.
Little touches, a soft heartbeat, the warmth of shoulders… I truly love that feeling.
These are the moments that make me happy and give real relaxation.
Even in everyday life, such thoughts make the heart beat faster.
Embraces aren’t just warmth — they’re my little pleasu...