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🍇 I am no longer a green little berry that needs to be guessed by taste.I should be tasted, savored, and enjoyed slowly.
I am ripe grapes: mature, juicy, sometimes with a little tartness, sometimes even with a slight sour note… but admit it, isn’t that what makes the taste real? Like something fresh from the garden, not artificial from a supermarket 😄
My name is Valeria. I am not 18 anymore, and thank God for that — I have experience, character, the ability to laugh at myself, and a couple of stories that are better told over a cup of coffee. And yes, I am far from simple… To me, simplicity is when something looks nice but feels empty. And I definitely have a raisin inside. But more about that later…
I love humor, I love life, and I do what truly makes me feel alive. My English is quite good… but how good I am at kissing is still an open question, because my lips have been on vacation for a long time 😄 Maybe it is time to invite them on a date, right?
War taught me to value not walls, cities, or beautiful pictures around me, but the person beside me. You can live by the sea and still feel out of place if you do not have the right person next to you. For me, home is not an address. Home is the one you want to return to, straight into strong arms.
That is exactly why I am here.I am looking for a home made of hugs.Because in life, each of us needs someone who truly knows us. Someone who can understand that you feel bad even when you are smiling and everyone around thinks everything is perfect. Someone brave enough to jump into the water beside you when you are already tired of staying afloat.
And I do not have such a person yet… Do you?
I will not pretend to be an iron lady who “can do everything herself” and needs nobody. I can handle many things, yes. But I do not want to just cope with life — I want to share it with a man beside whom I do not have to be strong all the time.
So, if you noticed my maturity — wonderful.
And if not… maybe you simply need to taste a bunch of ripe grapes a little closer? 🍇😄
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