Andres , 36 ID: 56155

I like to run at dawn until the city yawns awake, feel the rain when it insists on drenching me, then come home to brew coffee as strong as my quiet thoughts.
I enjoy reading essays that challenge me, wandering through accidental museums, and collecting sunsets in cities I can’t always name.
Sometimes I let a glass of wine tell me secrets at the end of the day; other times, I just walk nowhere to remind myself I belong more to the world than to my fears.
In the end, I keep looking for small ways to return to myself a little more whole than yesterday.

Once, I loved without borders or caution… and learned not everyone knows how to keep safe a heart that loves whole.
Now I move gently, unhurried, knowing life when faced honestly teaches you to let go yet never stop feeling.
I find shelter in silences that speak, dawns that listen, laughter that promises nothing yet heals everything.
Yes, I lost my faith… but I still keep a corner untouched for the one brave enough to stay, even when it aches, even when routine tries to dim the spark.
I don’t crave polished perfection; I crave honest eyes, hands that won’t let go in storms, and that quiet complicity that makes a gray day feel like home.
If you come with your cracks, even better… I promise not to run from what’s human I promise to stay, if you choose to stay too.

I’m not looking for promises of forever, but for eyes that don’t look away when truth comes knocking.
I’m drawn to a woman who shines from within, who knows passion is as precious as shared silence.
On a date, I don’t aim to impress I’d rather melt walls with a conversation that forgets the clock, a small gesture that whispers, “I’m here, no masks.”
I want to build something that doesn’t suffocate, where we can be two together without losing ourselves.
If you’re ready to laugh at your fears and dance through storms, maybe we can have the luxury of rewriting faith in what stays.