Hello. I hope there are men and women like me who still believe in true love for life and those little things that make us smile. What is love to you? How do you imagine a romantic gesture towards you? Do you believe in love and understanding until old times? I am one of those women who hope to meet their soulmate. Men and women expect to meet a person 1:1 with them, but this cannot happen. Even brother and sister don’t look alike. Everyone looks for a woman to be thin, beautiful, with ...
In a world where we are all supposedly seeking love and romance, why is it that nowadays we have to be so cautious about everyone we meet online.
Why can’t I just have a conversation with a man which is based on honesty and I know not all the men or women out there are scammers. So to my true fellow daters, that are looking for a true connection, a companion, if you are looking for someone to share your future whether only by having someone to chat too or too actually find love, ...
Lets live a simple life, contented for what we have in our table. And life will be easy, Having you is a big pleasure to me. I am not asking your assurance! Im asking for your appearance!
Love is all about sacrifice, when you are in love, or claim to love someone, you want to give all you have to make it work. either your time, finances, knowledge or advice to help the other person grow. lovers are supposed to assist each other irrespective of the other position. their mindset should be their goal which is been happy. if you say you love me, then you will give me what you know would benefit me and you. likewise i to you.
People say if you found love, Go and own it ,as if it happens once,,, Do not ask and doubt, just embrace the feelings Because love is a mysterious things.
It is hard to find the right woman now days. It seems they don’t look at the long term and just what they see and want now, can anyone tell me why the woman mostly in the US are like this.
"It is quite remarkable the walls! Things on the inside did not look like things from the outside. People across the wall, but they suspect, and you hear a random noise to them, remnants of their voices... Mutual purportedly so tinkering with a negligible nail plaster... With the naive idea of opening. Walls but never become windows. And everyone has their own."
