My name is Thomas, I’m 44, from Munich.
If someone had told me a year ago that I would fall in love again – through a dating platform – and with someone in another country, I probably would’ve smiled politely… and dismissed the thought.
I’d been divorced for five years.
Love, I thought, was a chapter already written.
My life was good – my job, my daughter, my routines.
But yes – sometimes I missed something.
Someone who doesn’t just ask how your day was, but really listens.
A friend recommended FoundMyLove.
He said, “No games. People there are genuine.”
So, I gave it a try.
I filled out my profile honestly. No expectations.
And then I saw Lucía.
41, from Valencia. A Spanish teacher with a smile that felt warm even through the screen.
I hesitated.
I don’t speak Spanish.
She spoke only a little German.
But then she messaged me – in English:
“Hello Thomas, your calm energy reached me across the screen.”
That was the start.
We didn’t chat 24/7.
But we shared stories, thoughts, memories – slowly, naturally.
She told me about her students. I told her about my daughter.
She liked my quiet humor. I loved her honesty.
After two months of daily texts and video calls, we decided to meet.
I flew to Valencia. I was nervous.
But when I saw her waiting at the airport – arms open, warm smile, soft “Hola, Thomas” –
I knew:
This is real.
We spent five days together.
Nothing dramatic – just real, simple moments:
Coffee on her balcony.
Walks by the sea.
Conversations about life, without masks or pressure.
Today we’re in a long-distance relationship – with real plans.
We visit each other every six weeks.
She’s learning German. I’m learning Spanish, slowly.
And if all goes well, we’ll move in together next year –
Somewhere between Munich and Valencia.