RousseBlossom

Hi I'm happy to meet you, that's why my smile. Wishes that you say hello and want to meet me.
 

It was one of those mornings when the light seemed to encompass the soul. She awoke with her mind already in motion, full of ideas that danced light as golden threads. As she prepared the coffee, the intense scent filled the kitchen and reminded her how precious the simple gesture of taking care of herself was.. He went out for a slow walk, letting his thoughts follow the rhythm of his steps.. Every detail—the rustling of the trees, the unexpected smile of a stranger, the calmness of the air—seemed to offer her a little revelation, and she welcomed them all with discreet joy.. Later, immersed in a book that had been waiting for a long time to be read, she found herself smiling: she was happy, deeply happy, because that day belonged fully to her.. And in that possession so simple, almost invisible, he felt his strength, his freedom and his immense ability to marvel.. That day was a gift. And she was aware of it every moment.

There are days when I catch myself imagining the encounter with an honest and faithful man, someone who would look at me as I am, without artifices or masks, and love me in my simplicity, in my strengths as in my fragilities.. I dream of a man who would not be afraid of sweetness, nor depth, someone who values sincerity more than appearance, and who finds meaning in small daily gestures. I would like that one day, almost by chance, he invites me to spend an afternoon at the park. Nothing sophisticated, nothing complicated: just a moment for two, amid the murmur of the trees and the quiet coming and going of passers-by. We would settle on the grass or on an old wooden bench, perhaps with a book in our hands, perhaps with a shy smile that we share when words are lacking. I would listen to him recount his life, not as a succession of events, but as a story of which he is both the hero and the observer.. He would tell me about his childhood dreams, his challenges, what shaped him, what made him stronger.. His voice would be calm, sincere, full of simple truths that touch more than big speeches. And I would feel privileged to discover little by little the chapters of his existence. Between two confidences, we would read a few pages, then we would exchange a complicit look, as if the world around us could stop without consequence. I'd like to feel this peace, this sweet obviousness that is born when two souls recognize each other. A moment where nothing is forced, where everything is natural, where I can be myself without fear of being judged. Yes, I would like to know a man like that: honest, faithful, able to love unconditionally, and brave enough to open his heart for a simple day at the park. A man who, without knowing it, would make this ordinary moment a precious memory that I would keep long with tenderness.