I don’t want to receive from you a gift of thick angels and pink hearts. I don’t care about chocolate and bears. I don’t want to force you to watch sluggish movies, I don’t want you to kneel when you give me a rose (red and long), and I don’t want a rose, and even the bouquets of my favorite chamomile... I don’t need you to bring me breakfast to bed, I don’t need poems under the moon. All I need is your smile. Only the sincere. All I need is your “hello” in the morning instead of a dull wake-up call. Instead of long letters about love – a piece of paper with a single inscription ":)". I don’t need to hear “I love you, my beauty, my beauty, my cleverness, my sweetheart,” I don’t need to see text messages “I love you, I love you, my sweetheart, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. All I need is the warmth of your hands. The silence next to you will sound to me like the most beautiful track (hi-hi, your favorite teesto). Only your voice can be more beautiful. Strong and melodic at the same time. The most pleasant thing would be just a cup of hot tea when I come, tired, after work. I don’t care what you say, I’m growing out of your attention... all I want is to be loved as I love you. Be happy, my good M.