Sometimes love is when you knit scarves for a hedgehog and he throws them off every time. But you keep going anyway. Because it's important to give warmth, even when it's not asked for. I guess that's who I am. And maybe somewhere out there is someone who

Those who aren't afraid to be a little weird. Who laugh at themselves and say “I get you” - not for propriety, but because they really listened. I love those who are alive inside. Not polished, not glossy, but real - with scars, with humor, with soul.

It's hard for me to be with those who think that feeling is stupid. Those who put on masks, turning communication into a game without any sincerity.

Daily.

I won't offer you the perfect image. I won't play a role. But I know how to be real. Sometimes I'm funny, sometimes I'm confused. But always real. I listen carefully, even if I don't understand every word. And I can be there for others when they don't care.