Why am I still here?

Sometimes I ask myself this question. Why am I still here, on a dating site? Why haven't I deleted my profile, like many do after a couple of unsuccessful conversations? Why haven't I stopped believing that somewhere out there is that one person with whom everything will finally work out? You know, I'm not looking for an ideal man. I'm looking for a real one. With a real voice, real habits, a funny smile and the ability to speak up when things are hard. Someone who understands that relationships aren't magic. It's a choice. Every day. There are days when I lose faith. When I want to throw up my hands and say: screw it. And yet I stay. Because I like to think that in this world of a huge number of people, where everyone is waiting for something and is always busy, there can be at least one - mine. Who is not afraid to say "I miss you." Who reads this and suddenly decides: why not write?