Hi...Oh, my future husband. I am not looking for you in biographies or resumes, I am looking for you in the details that men themselves do not notice about themselves. In the way you confidently unscrew a jar of pickles, like a person who has already been through a lot and is still happy to come home with bread. You are the one who is not afraid to ask, "Have you had dinner?" even if I was eating a banana twenty minutes ago. You are the one who opens the window when I feel stuffy and closes it when I fall asleep. The one who may not understand psychology but intuitively knows when to just hug me and say, "You are mine." You can be grumpy in traffic jams, you can snore in my arms, don't worry, I can handle it. But be mine. Be the man I can touch in my sleep, and he will hug me without waking up. You have to be my peace in a world that is often noisy. You are my future home. Are you there? Are you reading this? Then please write to me. Because I am waiting. And I believe ! that we have known each other for a long time, we just haven't met ye