I think that a womans beauty depends on what kind of man is next to her. A woman starts blooming if only she feels that shes loved, shes important and shes the only one. You know, I want to burn like the brightest star in the night sky) I think, that love is the Light that illumines our souls. Theres no higher happiness than feeling that you are loved, that your presence brings joy. I will wait for your letter!
Warmly,
Maria