It all started last Tuesday, around two in the morning. I decided to freshen up and stepped out onto the balcony wearing nothing but a light silk robe—the night was stifling, and there wasn't a soul around. Suddenly, a sharp gust of autumn wind slammed the balcony door shut from the inside. Tight.

I don’t have my phone on me, the apartment is dark, and I’m wearing a sheer garment that threatens to fly open at the slightest breeze. The prospect of watching the sunrise on a cold balcony dressed l...

Real beauty isn't about a perfect figure, long legs, or a large bust; A woman's beauty is tenderness, sincerity of soul, the ability to support, love and be there when needed!) Each of us needs such a person, I don’t look at age, beauty, I want to know what is stored in your soul... Do you agree?