I don't write to expose, accuse, or hurt anyone. I write because each of them – in their own way – has marked my life. Some have lifted me up, others have disappointed me. But they have all become part of the path that has shaped me, sometimes invisibly, other times with a loud echo.
This is a story told through my eyes. It is filled with feelings that have remained within me, with memories that do not fade, with silences that I sometimes replace with words. I write because I seek understanding. Reconciliation – with myself, with others, with the past. And I write because I believe that life – with its beauty, pain, imperfection – deserves to be written down. As it was. Truly.
Exctract from the book:
I NEED A PARTNER TO GUIDE ME
I'm not looking for an owner. I'm not looking for a savior.
I'm looking for someone who can walk their own path – and invite me along.
Someone who is not afraid of determination. Who knows their power and shares it respectfully.
Someone who will be able to say: "Trust me." – and I will feel that I can.
To guide me when the chaos inside me ends. To hold the compass when mine is wavering.
Not because I'm weak, but because I'm tired of always leading.
I want to feel a man who stands firm but does not block the way.
Who doesn't tame me - but calms me.
Who does not cut me - but directs me.
Who doesn't need me to be less so that he can be more.
Perhaps I already know him. Perhaps he is yet to come.
But I know that such men exist.
And I know - I am ready to be guided too. When I feel my heart leading with courage.