Fiona in search of her Shrek 😉🌱Don’t worry, I won’t turn green, but I have enough laughter and energy to light up even the dullest night.
🌾 I haven’t planted my love yet. Maybe you’ll be the seed from which our garden will grow? And then — we’ll harvest together and make wine from our own fruits. 🍷

I’ve seen the world — and it was different, but always real:— coffee in Canada at a gas station at 4 a.m.,— arguing over oranges at the market in Palermo 🍊,— laughter in the narrow streets of Lisbon,— and a Ukrainian field where I was scolding pests louder than any tractor. 🚜To be honest: I can be the girl who dances barefoot in the rain, the woman who holds your hand when warmth is needed, and the hostess who lights the firewood if it gets cold.

And yes, I have a sense of humor. I believe that if you laugh together, you can get through anything. So if you’re not afraid of a real Ukrainian woman — come closer. Your ticket to my garden is already ready… 🌹 Or shall we meet at your place? ✨

I imagine him like this: he can chop wood bare-chested, smelling of fire and wind 🌲🔥… and then, the moment he hears his woman’s footsteps at the door, drop the axe without hesitation and sit with her in the kitchen — over a cup of coffee ☕. And there, between the walls that smell of fresh bread, they talk about everything — from silly daily details to their wildest dreams.I need a man who loves the earth and the village life as much as I do. Someone who feels the silence of the fields, the scent of soil after the rain, and who knows that happiness can live both under the roof of a small house and under the stars.
Because it’s not about where we are… it’s about what we are together. 💫

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