I’m 30, and I guess I’ve reached that point in life where everything seems to be in place — a good job, my own apartment, stability — but something still feels missing.
I’ve worked hard, built my career, learned to rely on myself, and I’m grateful for what I have. But lately, I realized that success doesn’t mean much when there’s no one waiting for you at home.

I’m not looking for perfection — just a real man with a kind heart. Someone mature enough to know what he wants, and gentle enough to care.
You don’t have to be rich or flawless — I value peace, trust, and the feeling that we can be ourselves together.