Sometimes I imagine how it will be - to wake up next to someone and hear their sleepy “good morning,” to make breakfast together, to argue over who gets the last pancake.
Simple things, right? But they’re the ones my heart wants most.

I don’t need luxury. I just want warmth - laughter, music in the kitchen, cozy mess, and someone who hugs me from behind while I’m cooking.

Maybe that’s what happiness looks like - not perfect, but perfectly ours.

I often imagine a small house filled with light. The kind of place where mornings smell like coffee and evenings sound like laughter. No luxury - just warmth, peace, and someone to share it with.

Maybe happiness really is that simple: someone to ask, “How was your day?” Someone who makes you feel calm without saying a word.

I don’t dream of a perfect life - only of real one. With mismatched mugs, lazy Sundays, and arms that feel like home.

If I could freeze one evening in time, it would be a simple one - soft light, calm music, a glass of wine, and someone beside me who feels like peace.

I’ve had loud nights, wild adventures, but what I truly crave is stillness. A heart that listens. Eyes that see. Hands that don’t need to hold tight, because they know - I’m not going anywhere.

Maybe that’s love - not fireworks, not chaos, but quiet certainty that you’re exactly where you belong.

Sometimes the sun hits just right, the world slows down, and there’s that quiet moment where you simply feel good. Maybe it’s because of a memory… or the thought of someone who could make an ordinary day feel special. I don’t believe in coincidences maybe you appeared here for a reason too. What usually makes you smile like this?