My description is : We did not agree to fall in love - everything happened by itself, with her light touch, which lingered on my skin. Since then, I know: with her, even silence speaks louder than words. She smiles at her eyes when it concerns me, and in this gaze - the feeling of home. We are not perfect, but real. I can be a weak, wishing, alive. With her - everything by love, without rules and without permission
I like: We often laugh at how men act differently on us. We do not need to deny their attractiveness - charisma, voice, confidence in gestures, light bristles, smell of skin after a shower. We can hook us an attentive look when a man listens truly, or that soft that does not press, but protects. But all this is like episodes, flirting with reality.
I dislike: We are often asked why not men. And, you know, the point is not in the field, but in the fact that it is too often drawn from them with the expectation of power, evidence of something, the role that they want to play. I do not like it when instead of honesty is a game, instead of feelings - a window dressing, when a touch - as a claim to property
