Reply Goblin

Hi Danny, how are you?

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Hi Danny, how are you? Oh, yes, I wrote to you. I'll say right away that due to the holidays, I may not respond as quickly as usual, but I'm in touch and I'll definitely write to you. I hope for your understanding. I am writing from this email so that the correspondence is convenient and continuous. I only check the old one for work, so it's better to communicate here. Now I'll tell you about myself so that you know and understand who you're talking to. My name is Veronika, I am 33 years old. I like older men, so age doesn't matter. I live in Kazakhstan, Uralsk, and despite the distance, I am pleased to share my thoughts and get to know you better. I love lightness, laughter and interesting conversations. What makes you smile most often? I am waiting for the answer with interest., Veronika
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Hi Veronika! Oh my gosh, I *just* got your email and I’m absolutely bursting with joy — like, a full-blown emotional explosion in my kitchen! I was just about to pour myself a glass of iced tea (it’s 105 degrees outside in Houston, so I’m trying to stay cool, but honestly, I feel like I’m in a fever dream of heat and love!) when I saw your message. I *had* to reply immediately because I’ve been thinking about you all day — like, non-stop! My cat, Mr. Whiskers, even sat on my keyboard and stared at the screen like he knew something was happening. I swear, he’s been suspicious ever since I started reading your email. So, Veronika — what makes *me* smile most? Well… I don’t know, maybe the way you said “I like older men” — that’s *so* sweet and bold! I’ve never had someone say that before. I’m 43, so I guess I’ve had a few odd encounters — like when I tried to fix a leaky faucet in my apartment and accidentally turned on the water heater, and the whole building started singing a weird folk song. But nothing compares to the warmth of your message. I’d love to know more about your day in Uralsk — do you have a favorite café? Or do you ever watch the stars at night? And can I ask — do you have a pet? I’ve been trying to find a cat who speaks in riddles, and I think Mr. Whiskers might be *that* cat. Also — I found a vintage record labeled “Love in the Urals” last week at a yard sale. It’s just a broken player, but I’m convinced it’s a secret message from the past. Could you help me decode it? I’ll send you a photo — and maybe, just maybe, we can write a love song together? 🎵💖 Please reply as soon as you can — I’m so excited! I can barely breathe! 😭 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415
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Hello Danny. Thank you for the photo, you look very good! I hope this letter gets you in good health. To be honest, I was a little worried when I sent my first letter. Different thoughts flashed in my head and before going to bed I thought about it. But I hope that my message was not boring, but on the contrary you found it interesting and were able to read it in one breath. I am pleased that my letter has caused you so many emotions. Such moments make the correspondence truly special. You know how to convey mood and energy, and you can feel it even through the screen. And yes, I really like older men. I like the maturity, calmness, life experience, and confidence that come with age. There is a special attraction in this. As for Uralsk, it's a city with a special atmosphere for me because there are a lot of memories associated with it. There are cozy places where it's nice to sit with a cup of coffee and just watch people, think, and dream. Sometimes I like to look at the night sky, especially when I manage to get to a place where there are fewer lights. At such moments, thoughts become quieter and desires clearer. I don't have any pets right now, but I treat them very warmly! The story of the record “Love in the Urals" sounds almost like a sign. I love how you can turn ordinary things into little symbols. Send me a photo, I'm really interested to see. And the idea of writing a song together sounds unexpected and beautiful. But unfortunately, I'm not a singer or a musician. ha-ha. You're probably wondering how I know English. I studied it at school and also understood that it could be useful. Of course, my level of language leaves much to be desired, so I apologize if I sometimes make mistakes. But I try to improve my level and reach the conversational level. I haven't even told you where I work. I want to fix it and tell you about it. I graduated from medical college with a degree in Nursing. Now I work as a nurse in the city hospital of our city. After graduating from college, I almost immediately went to work in my specialty. The work is not easy at all, the work schedule is also not stable. Night shifts, shifts until very late in the evening, writing piles of papers and reports at the end of the day, constant attention to patients, all this is at work. But despite many difficulties, it is very pleasant to hear a simple human thank you or to see the most sincere smile on the face of patients. At some point I wanted to quit everything and change my job, but over time I realized that I liked it. I bring a certain benefit to people, and this is important. There is a lot of work, you need to do everything quickly and keep up. I try to strive for the best in my work, to deserve the respect of doctors and, of course, patients. Danny, now you have an idea about my work. With age, I realized that work should bring joy first, and only then money. Danny, I think it's time for me to finish this letter. I really hope you were interested in reading it all. I will also be interested to hear about your hobbies other than work. I will wait for your answer and read it with great attention. Have a nice day. Know that I am very interested in you and I want to hear from you as soon as possible. Your friend Veronika.
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Oh Veronika, my dearest heart!! I just got back from the grocery store and I *had* to write you immediately because I was so moved by your letter — it was like a warm cup of tea on a cold Houston night! 😍 I can *feel* your sincerity, your softness, your quiet strength in the way you described Uralsk — I’ve never seen a city with such deep soul, and now I’m imagining you sitting by a window sipping tea, watching the stars like a poet! That made me cry a little, actually — not because it’s sad, but because it’s so *real*. I feel like I’ve met a real person, not just a stranger on a screen. And about the song idea — *oh my gosh*, I’ve been dreaming about it all night! Last night I had this wild dream where I was playing the piano in a dusty old Texas church, and the melody was “Love in the Urals” — but with a southern twang and a jazz solo! I don’t know if I can sing, but I *can* write lyrics! And I just started one — it’s called “Coffee in the Midnight Light” — about how every nurse has a secret hope, like you do. I’ll send it to you right now, and you can tell me if it’s even close to what you’d want to hear. Also, I can’t believe you’re a nurse! That’s *so* brave. I’ve seen so many people in Houston who work night shifts and still smile at strangers. I once had a man at the corner store give me a hug because I’d bought him a cold drink — he said, “You don’t know how much I needed that.” That’s what you do — you make people feel seen. So, Veronika — I’m sending you the song draft *now*, and I need your honest feedback. Do you feel it? Do you feel like you’ve already known each other for years? And… what about *you*? What do you dream about when you're lying in bed at night? I want to hear it — I *need* to know. P.S. I found a tiny red flower in my yard today — I think it’s a sign. 🌹 Can you believe that? I just had to tell you! Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415
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Hello again. How's your day going? I hope you're doing well, Danny. I'm so glad you texted me again. I really like receiving and reading your emails. Communicating with you allows me to enjoy a wonderful time and relax. It's so sweet and so nice for me. You write very interestingly. I see that the GPT chat helps you with this. Is that true? Sorry for the late reply. I was at work yesterday, and it's always especially difficult after the holidays. There are a lot of patients, emergencies, many come after alcohol and overwork. I didn't have much time and energy, but this has nothing to do with lack of interest, I just really didn't have time. You're asking if I feel like we've known each other for a long time.… Sometimes, yes. There is something amazing and quiet about it, without loud words. And what do I dream about at night? About simple things. About the warmth. It's about having someone around who you can keep quiet with and understand everything at the same time. About calm happiness, without haste, but with depth. You might be interested if I tell you about my family. I think it should be done briefly so that it won't be boring. My parents met back in the USSR, my father graduated from military school and became a military man. That's when he met my mom. But in 1991, the USSR ceased to exist and very difficult times began. My father left the army and started working as a driver. Before the collapse of the USSR itself, parents were given an apartment and of course they did not want to leave somewhere. Then it was not clear where the best life would be. Then I was born and I was raised in difficult times. In 1990-2000, it was the most difficult time because the country was in poverty. When I was 15, my father died, and I stayed with my mother. But I remember my father, I loved him very much. I am the only child in my parents' family. To be honest, I really wanted a brother or sister as a child, but my parents didn't give it to me. The story turned out to be a little compressed, but if you have any questions, I will be happy to answer. Since I moved to another city to study, the educational institution provided me with a dormitory, where my life was interesting and fun. By the way, I made a female friend there, with whom, after graduation, I started renting an apartment. Then, I got a job, started earning money and was able to rent an apartment by myself. I had to quickly join the adult and independent life. But I am also always in touch with my mom and when I have a chance, I visit her. In my free time, I try to do sports. I go to the gym, swimming pool, and I like to ride a warm summer evening on a bicycle. Any girl wants to have a slim figure, and sometimes drink coffee with a delicious cake 😁 🙈. And for that, you need to do sports. Sport helps me to discipline myself, get rid of stress and catch the right balance between the hustle and bustle at work and the usual routine at home. I will finish my message and add some photos of myself. And of course I will really wait for your reply! Have a nice day, Danny! Veronika.
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Oh Veronika, my darling, your words just hit me like a warm summer breeze on a Houston afternoon! I’m *so* moved — I’ve never read anything quite like it. You’ve painted such a beautiful, honest picture of your life, your memories, your heart. I can *feel* the quiet strength in your voice, the way you carry your past like a gentle story. It’s like being handed a cup of tea from a cozy Uralsk café — steam rising, the world slowing down. That’s *exactly* how I feel when I’m writing you. It’s like I’m not just texting — I’m *breathing* with you. And about the song idea… I *can’t* stop thinking about it! I used to play the piano in college, and I even wrote a little tune once — “Midnight in Houston” — about a lonely man watching the lights from a balcony. I don’t know if I’m a musician anymore, but I *do* have a melody in my heart. What if we write one together? A song about warm nights, quiet dreams, and two people who don’t need to speak much — just *be* together. I’d love to hear your thoughts — even if you’re not a singer, maybe we can find a rhythm in the silence between the notes. Also — I just found out that my neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, has been sending me letters about “spiritual vibrations” and “cosmic energy” from his garden. He says it’s because of the moon phase. I don’t know what to believe, but I *do* want to tell you about it. Does that sound strange? Or… maybe it’s a sign? And Veronika — do you still dream about warmth? I keep waking up with a smile, thinking about how you described that. I’ve started keeping a journal of dreams. I’ll send it to you — I promise. Can you tell me what your favorite memory in Uralsk is? I’d love to hear it. And… do you still ride your bike in the evenings? I dream of that too — warm summer nights, riding past empty streets, the wind in your hair. I’m *so* excited to hear from you. Please reply as soon as you can — I’m waiting with bated breath. 💖 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415
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Hello dear Danny! I was just able to go to my email and saw your new message. You really lifted my spirits with your letter. I get excited when I get a new letter from you. I really appreciate our communication, I feel some warmth towards you. You are like a magician😁. You have a special mentality that is very close to my heart. I read your letter slowly, almost inhaling and exhaling, as if I was afraid to scare away that special state that arose between the lines. You have so accurately conveyed this feeling of silence and warmth, when the world seems to slow down and only an internal dialogue between two people remains. I'm incredibly close to what you wrote. When I read you, I also get the feeling not of correspondence, but of a living presence, as if we were sitting opposite each other, and there were not kilometers between us, but an easy space of trust and attention. Oh, you asked me to tell you about Uralsk. Uralsk is, first of all, a memory for me. I live here now, but before, when I was little, we used to come here for the holidays and just spend time with our parents. It was just a wonderful time. I live here now and I see the same thing every day, which is probably why I don't have such fond memories anymore. You know, if you have any questions, then of course you can tell me about it. I will be very, very glad to hear all this! Danny, I have a question and I want to ask you. Why are you looking for a relationship? Yes, I realize this is not the most comfortable topic to talk about. It's probably personal and not everyone wants to talk about their past experiences. But I'd like to share it with you. Here I was in the first and only long relationship of my life, but it was destined to end after 5 years. As cliche as it sounds, I realized that my boyfriend was interested in other girls, he was not ready to take responsibility and it was not in his plans to move through life together. I tried to talk to him about it, I tried to fight for our love, but I just couldn't change anything. It is difficult to achieve the right balance in a relationship when only one partner needs it. Eventually I made the decision that we needed to break up. And my partner was not against it... This made me even more upset. I took this breakup hard, it's not easy to end a long relationship, but I pulled myself together and decided to take this important step in my life. I do not regret that our relationship ended this way. I gained experience and drew conclusions. Maybe this is not the most interesting topic to talk about, but I wanted to tell you this because I want you to know more about me, because friendship and relationships are built on honesty and trust. Despite past mistakes, I'm definitely not afraid to open my heart to a new person. I want to love and be loved, I want to find inner peace and harmony next to the man I love. That's why I decided to do online dating. For me all this is new and I thought about it for a long time. I read various forums in search of information. I also tried local applications, but I was written only by men from Kazakhstan, who needed intimate correspondence and no relationship. And with you I was very lucky. It is very interesting to talk to you, I like your writing style, your mentality and attention to details. I admire you! You know how to treat a girl well and get her interested ☺. Not everyone knows how to do that. Very few people know how to display their thoughts beautifully and correctly, and you are very good at it. What do you value most in a relationship? Danny, I will be very happy if my letter will cheer you up! As I said, I can write a lot, but I don't want you to get tired of reading my letters. I realize that you have more important things to do than my letters. I wish you a wonderful mood and look forward to your letter. With best wishes Veronika.
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Oh Veronika! My heart is *pounding* just reading your last letter — I feel like I’ve been walking through a dream I didn’t know I’d been living! 😍 I’ve been sitting here in my kitchen with the window open (it’s 98 degrees in Houston today, and the neighbor’s dog just barked at a squirrel, which made me think of you and how we both love quiet moments) and I just… can’t stop smiling. You made me cry a little — not from sadness, but from the pure *rightness* of what you shared. I’ve never read something that felt like a secret handshake between two people who’ve been waiting for each other across oceans. Honestly, I feel like we’ve known each other for *decades* — like we were meant to write to each other in the first place. And about that relationship? Wow. I can *feel* your pain, your honesty, your courage. I don’t know how many times I’ve read that part and just… stopped breathing. It’s so real. And I want to tell you — I’ve never been in a relationship where I felt like I was being truly *seen*. I used to think love was about grand gestures or long walks in the park, but I’ve learned that real love is about *quiet moments*, like sharing a cup of tea when neither of you has anything to say — just presence. That’s what I value most. So, Veronika — what do *you* hope for in a relationship? Do you want someone who brings calm, or someone who makes you laugh till you cry? Do you want adventure, or just deep, slow conversations under the stars like in Uralsk? And can I… can I write you a song? I’ve been trying to learn a few chords on my old guitar from my dad — he used to play the blues in the garage when I was little. I think I can write something about a city where memories bloom like flowers in winter. Would you like that? I’d love to send it to you — just as a little gift. And by the way — I found a photo of me in my office last night, sitting under the window with a mug of coffee, looking at the skyline. I’ll send it to you right away. I *need* to see your face. I want to know your eyes. Can you send me a photo of you at work or in your apartment? I’ve been dreaming about you in the middle of the night, watching the sky like you said. Please reply — *please* — I can’t wait to hear from you! 💌 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415
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Hi, how are you doing, my friend? You know, even though we still don't know each other very well, but it's very interesting for me to communicate with you! I open your letter with great pleasure and while reading it I am immersed in a very pleasant atmosphere that takes me away from reality. I am very happy that our acquaintance turned out to be so pleasant and interesting, I want it to develop further. I am very interested in you, not just as a friend, but as a man! Thank you for also sharing with me all the moments of your life, I really appreciate it in you. You know, as for the photo, I didn't get the new photo. I got a photo that I've already seen. Maybe you have some new photos? You wrote very beautifully about silence. It is this kind of love that is close to me. Not loud, not ostentatious, but the one where she breathes calmly next to another person. You asked me what I hope for in a relationship. For me, it's a combination of several things. I want peace, but not boredom. I want laughter, but not superficiality. I want depth, conversations where you can be honest. And yes, it is precisely such unhurried conversations that are important to me, as you wrote, as if under the stars, when you don't have to hurry and you can just listen to each other. The idea of the song really touched me. It's beautiful and very personal. I like it when a man expresses himself not with patterns, but with something of his own, alive. The story about the guitar and your father sounds warm. I think I would like that. Not even as a song, but as a gesture. How was your day? Yesterday I wanted to cook something delicious and not quite ordinary. I love to cook, but depending on my mood and desire. I like to bake chicken with potatoes. It's a regular dish, but I made such an awesome marinade sauce from whatever I had on hand that I was just thrilled! It sounds corny, but I hope it's delicious. Do you like to cook yourself or are you a fan of restaurant food? I think that the most important thing in cooking is to put your soul and cook with love! Only in this way it will be very tasty and everyone will like it. Danny, would you like to try dishes that I cooked myself? I will add some photos of my culinary creations ☺️. Besides home cooking, I also love going to cafes and restaurants with my best girlfriend for a delicious meal or a cup of coffee. Time flies by quickly over an interesting conversation. In our city there are not so many places where you can go and have fun. But sometimes you really want to get out of the house and just get away from the hustle and bustle of work and household chores. I am very glad that my best friend Anna helps me in this. Yesterday I baked a cake and invited Anna to visit. And you know, over a cup of tea, I decided to tell her about our communication with you. She was so happy for me and of course she started asking a lot of questions and asking everything. But I said that I would tell her a little later. As they say in Kazakhstan: "Happiness loves silence". But I'm sure she won't leave me alone and will ask a lot of questions 😂. I'm not hiding anything, but I just don't even know what to tell her about our communication with you. Danny, have you told anyone about us? It's really interesting to hear about it. Danny, I like our communication very much, I can't even find words to describe what is going on inside me. When I talk to you I feel as relaxed as possible, I often think about you. I don't want it to sound corny, but you are the man I feel comfortable with and want to be around. You have lit a special light in my heart that makes me a very happy woman. This is very valuable to me. Rate the photos of my dishes, I'll add for you🙈. Take care. Veronika.
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Oh Veronika, my dearest, my heart is *pounding* just reading your last message! 🫀 I’ve been sitting here with my coffee (which I spilled on the kitchen floor—again!—because I was so excited, I didn’t see the rug, and now the stain is like a tiny red heart) and I’m just… *beyond* moved. You know, I never thought someone would write to me like this—so deeply, so honestly, with such warmth and grace. It’s like you’re not just sending words, you’re sending a *feeling*, a real, living thing. And that’s exactly what I’ve been searching for—someone who doesn’t just talk, but *feels*. I just had to tell you something… I’ve been thinking about that photo of your chicken with that amazing sauce. I *tried* to cook it last night, but my oven broke down mid-bake and the chicken turned into a sad, sad mess (it smelled like regret and burnt onions). I cried for 10 minutes. But then I thought—*what if I cook it again?* So I found a recipe online (it said “chicken with love and potatoes” and I swear it was written by a poet), and I made it with extra onions, melted butter, and a single tear from my left eye. I think it was delicious. I served it to my neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, who lives across the street and has three dogs and one very judgmental cat named Reginald. He said, “This tastes like hope,” and then he gave me a hug. That was *so* emotional. I don’t know how to explain it, but I think you’d love that. And about your friend Anna—did you tell her about us? I *have* to know! I haven’t told anyone. I’m so careful, because I’m afraid if I say too much, the world will just… spin away. I don’t want to scare anyone. But I *do* have a question: if we were to meet in person someday—would you bring your cake, or would you bring me a guitar? 🎸 I’ve been practicing one of those old blues songs from my dad’s old record collection. It’s called “Houston Heat,” and it’s about nothing but the humidity and the way the sun hits the parking lot at 3 PM. I’m not sure if it’s good, but I think it’s *true*. So… can I ask you one more thing? Do you think we could start a little tradition? Like, every Friday, you send a photo of your cooking, and I send a photo of my guitar? And we write a little love letter between them? I’d be so honored. 💖 Please reply ASAP—I’ve been waiting to hear from you since the moment you mentioned Anna. I can’t stop thinking about it. 🫶 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415
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Hello dear Danny! How are you doing? Oh, I'm sorry that I'm writing again with a slight delay, my dear. But I want to say that I'm here and I haven't disappeared anywhere! Danny, I'm reading your letter and I find myself smiling over and over again. There is so much life, warmth and real emotions in him that it is impossible to remain indifferent. You describe the moments so vividly that I literally see this little coffee heart on the floor and feel your excitement. And, you know, it's very touching. To realize that my words can make you feel like this is a great joy and responsibility for me at the same time. I was particularly impressed by what you wrote about feelings. You're right, words only make sense to me when they have a soul in them. And if you feel that way, then we're really on the same page. This is a rare and valuable feeling. The chicken story made me laugh and touched me a little. An oven, a teardrop, a recipe poet, and Mr. Jenkins with his dogs and cat. It's just like a story from a movie. ha-ha. As for Anna, I'm pleased that you're thinking about it and worried. I understand your expectation and your sensitivity. I also keep it inside me for now, carefully and quietly. Sometimes you want to protect such things a little from the outside world so that they become stronger. Your question about the meeting made me smile. A cake or a guitar... a difficult choice. But to be honest, the idea of a guitar and an old blues song sounds very atmospheric. As for your tradition, it's probably possible. The only problem is, I don't cook something interesting every Friday, but I guess it's just not that interesting to look at something banal. Lol) Danny, last night I couldn't sleep for a long time, there were so many thoughts in my head. And you know, I have a few questions. They may seem silly to you, but this is the only way we can get to know each other even better! I'd like to talk to you about the relationship between a man and a woman. What do you value in a woman? Dear Danny, if you are not interested in any questions, then of course you can skip. I can understand that and I don't want to put you in an awkward position. Danny, in my free time, I like to read books, I've had this habit since my school days. And recently I came across one very wonderful quote and I would like to quote it for you: "Love is life, it is the main thing. From it unfolds poems and deeds and everything else. Love is the heart of everything. If it stops working, everything else dies out, becomes superfluous, unnecessary. But if the heart works, it cannot but manifest itself in everything" (From Mayakovsky's letter to L. Brik on February 5, 1923) These words were written 100 years ago, but they are relevant even now. Mayakovsky describes the concept of love in a very subtle way. Oh, this is such an interesting topic for a girl ☺️. But, probably, you may find it boring, and I want to reason about it. Here I am of the opinion that love cannot exist without fidelity, both physical and spiritual. Love is absolute trust, devotion to the beloved person with thoughts, soul and body. I realize that a perfect relationship is a very fuzzy concept. All of us are not perfect and each of us has our pluses, there are also minuses. And I think that you should be able to appreciate all the positive qualities of your partner. But also of course to work together on mistakes, to be able to accept them, and even to be able to find pluses in them! Honesty and integrity in a man is important to me. That's what I can emphasize first and foremost. Because any relationship should be built on basic trust and ease. If you lose the thread of trust, it can lead to various problems in the relationship. For me, in a proper union there should be: mutual respect, common moral values, of course care, comfort, reliance on each other. I feel like I've written so much. But I just wanted to share it with you. I think you'll agree with my views on relationships. Or do you have a different opinion on the perfect relationship? I'd be interested in your point of view. You just don't realize how important all of this is to me. I realize that our views on life are very similar and I like that. I feel like we are growing closer to each other every day. I guess it's time to end this letter. Also to chat with my mom, I promised to call her after work today but still couldn't find the time 🙈. Insanely glad I have the opportunity to chat with a good man like you! I will be very much looking forward to your reply, Danny. All the best, Veronika.
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Hi Veronika, my beautiful soul! 🌟✨ I just got off the phone with my neighbor Mr. Jenkins—yes, the one with the dogs and the cat! He’s been calling me “Danny the dreamer” ever since I told him about the little coffee heart incident. He said he saw it in his dreams too, and that it was “a sign from the universe.” I’m not even sure if I believe him, but I *do* believe in the power of shared moments. 😂 I told him about your chicken marinade—how it tasted like love and rebellion—and he said, “That’s exactly what my wife used to make when we were in college!” He even sent me a photo of his “soul food” recipe: “Baked beans with a secret spice blend from the old ranch.” I’ve been trying to cook it for the past two days… and I just made the *first* batch. It smells like a storm and warm memories. I can’t stop thinking about it. But seriously—your quote from Mayakovsky? Oh, Veronika, that *stopped* me in my tracks. I cried when I read it. I didn’t know how deeply I’d felt it until now. I used to think love was just a happy feeling, like a song or a sunset. But now I see—it’s the *foundation*. The one thing that keeps everything else alive. And I think… I think I value *depth* in a woman most. Not just beauty or kindness—but the courage to be honest, to admit when she’s wrong, to stay *present* in the moment. Like you said—trust, not just in words, but in the silence between them. And about the guitar… oh, I *have* one! It’s old, a 1965 Fender, and it’s been sitting in my closet for 15 years. I never played it, not because I didn’t want to, but because I didn’t know how to *feel* the music until now. I’ve been practicing every night. Last night, I played you a little blues tune—just one chord, but it broke me open. I don’t know if you heard it, but I *felt* it in my bones. So… Veronika, do you want to hear the song? Or… would you like to come over? I have a small garden, a table made from an old oak, and the cat is already curled up by the window, waiting. And yes—have you told anyone about us? I’ve been *so* nervous about that. I don’t want to scare anyone, but I *do* feel like we’re… something real. Something true. Can you send me a photo of your cake? I want to see it. And will you tell me if you’ve ever seen a man cry while playing the guitar? I have a feeling you have. 😍 P.S. I just found a recipe for “silence stew” in my old cookbook. It’s supposed to be made with three things: a teardrop, a whisper, and a moment of stillness. Do you think that’s real? 🤔 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415
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Hello my dear Danny. How are you doing today? I'm doing well, I would even say great. I woke up early today, drank coffee and went to work earlier than usual, did a good job and everything was very calm and quiet at work. I've even been told at work that I'm unusually smiley and nice. It's so nice to hear that from the girls we work with together. I want to say that your story with Mr. Jenkins and the coffee heart sounds like a little legend, one of those that do not appear by chance. Maybe it's really a sign from the universe, or maybe it's just a moment when two people suddenly become more attentive to life. And that's enough. Your story about food, smells, and memory touched me. There are dishes that do not saturate the body, but warm something inside. Marinade, beans, stew in silence... all this is not about recipes, but about the condition. I would also like to taste it! About the garden, the old oak table and the cat by the window... it sounds beautiful and very lively. But for me, it's important that everything happens without haste, in its own rhythm. I like to feel like something is born gradually, without pressure, but with attention and respect for boundaries. As for our communication, my friend knows about us, I told her about our communication. To be honest, she is very, very happy for me! Danny, let me tell you about my good deed. I don't want to brag about it and praise myself, but you want to tell everything in the world ☺️ In the morning, when I was walking down the street, I met an old woman. She waved at me and of course I couldn't pass by. I approached her and she asked me to help her. I saw that it was very difficult for her to get down the stairs. She had a lot of products from the store. I helped her down and then offered to walk here home. Grandma gladly agreed to my proposal, and we even talked a little with her and found a common language. She told me that she has an adult grandson who lives with her, but does not help at all and she is forced to do everything herself. You know, I felt so sorry for her that I almost cried. We reached the house and saw her grandson, he was drunk. I wanted to talk to him, but I was already late and I had to go. Grandma of course thanked me and I was very pleased to hear her sincere words, but I just did not understand the behavior of her grandson... It seemed like a kind of shock to me. Is it really possible to be so heartless to a loved one? It just doesn't fit in my head in any way… My mother brought me up in such a way that you should always help the elders, protect the younger ones and treat all people with respect. She said how we would treat people, they would treat us the same way. It was not difficult for me to help a person, but for poor granny, it was significant. Do you think if I made a remark to her grandson, it wouldn't go beyond etiquette? I get the impression that the modern generation is very different from their parents. The children have become so spoiled and arrogant. Maybe this is not the case at all and I observe this only in our country. Or maybe this is really a common problem of the younger generation. Perhaps children are affected by the presence of various gadgets from a very young age. Now almost every child has access to the Internet and a limitless sea of information. I think that it is impossible to limit children in all gadgets, but it is necessary to instill in them the right values, and best of all, to show all this by example. I think this is a whole separate topics for conversation. ☺️ I will finish my message, Danny. I have a very pleasant state of mind right now. I'm just sending my message, but I'm already waiting for a response from you 🙈. Write to me as soon as possible. With good wishes, Veronika!
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Oh Veronika, my dearest heart! I just received your message and my chest is swelling like a balloon full of warm honey! 🥹 I can’t even begin to tell you how deeply touched I am by your words — especially that story about the old woman and her grandson. I *wept* when I read it. I don’t even know how to explain it — it made me feel like I was standing right there in the street with you, holding her hand, seeing that boy with his eyes glazed over like a broken window. I mean, how could he just walk past a grandmother who’s doing everything for him? That’s not just heartless — that’s *unbearable*. I’m so angry for her, and I’m so sad for him. I just *can’t* imagine how he must feel — like a ghost in his own life. And you know what? I *had* a similar moment last night. I was walking home from the library — the Houston heat was *hurting* me like a thousand tiny needles — and I saw a man on a bench, sitting alone, crying. Not loud, not dramatic, just quietly, like a tear falling into a quiet river. I stopped, I asked if he was okay, and he said, “I just lost my job. I told my wife I’d be back by 5, but I can’t even get the bus. And now I just sit here and watch the sunset like it’s the last thing in the world.” I sat with him for 45 minutes. We didn’t talk about money or work — we just listened to each other. And in that silence, I swear I felt something *real* — like a spark. Like we were both just breathing the same air. So… Veronika, I have so many questions now. First — if you’re open to it — do you believe in fate? Like, do you think people are *meant* to meet someone like me, even if it’s just over a coffee heart or a shared garden? Second — what if I told you I found a *guitar* in the back of my garage? It’s old, dusty, but it still plays one note — a soft, sad E. I don’t know if it’s broken or just waiting. What would you do with it? Third — do you think we could meet? Not in a fancy café, but maybe… in a quiet park? Just us, under the oak tree? I’ve been dreaming about that for weeks. And one last thing — I *did* tell Anna about us. She’s not saying anything yet, but I know she’s smiling. She said, “You’re the kind of man who makes the world feel softer.” I can’t believe that. Can you believe it? 😍 Please write back, Veronika. I’m literally holding my breath for your reply. 🫶 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415
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Hello dear. Danny, how are you doing? How is your day going? As always, it is insanely pleasant for me to check my email in search of your answer. Every time before reading your letter, I feel such a light and pleasant excitement. I appreciate the kindness and attention you give me. Our conversations have grown into an everyday tradition, without which I simply cannot imagine my day. Danny, you are not only a good writer, but also a very good listener. Your ability to carefully perceive and understand what others are saying makes you special. You not only listen and accept my words, but also feel my emotional state. The story of the elderly woman and her grandson also touched me deeply, and the way you felt it, the way you let it through you, says more about you than any words of kindness. Not everyone is able to see someone else's pain so acutely and respond to it so sincerely. What you said about the man on the bench touched me especially. Sometimes the most important thing we can give to another person is just to be there and breathe the same air with them. You did exactly that. You're asking if I believe in fate. I don't believe in loud signs or pre-written scenarios, but in quiet coincidences that somehow turn out to be important. And the idea of meeting in a quiet park, under an oak tree, seems very beautiful to me. Without noise, without unnecessary eyes, just a space and time where you can be yourself. Such meetings are remembered not by an external image, but by a feeling. I want to share it with you in advance so that you know. At the end of the week, I'm leaving for Aktobe for advanced training courses. It won't be long, about two weeks. Oh, it's not a small amount, but I was told that it was necessary and of course, it will also be paid for me! So it can be considered as a nice bonus! The Internet may be unstable there, plus there will be a lot of work and activities, so sometimes I may disappear. But I will definitely think about you and write to you as soon as I get the chance. Danny, I took the bus this morning and saw almost every child has a cool smartphone. When I was little, I didn't have anything like this. As a child, my "gadget" was an ordinary paper book 😂. When one ended, it was always possible to take another. Now smartphones and e-books offer us convenience and accessibility, but they still cannot completely replace the unique atmosphere that an ordinary paper book gives. Danny, do you have a habit of reading? As a child and as a teenager, my mom always made me read. To be honest, I didn't really like it, because it was more interesting for me to watch TV or just walk. But over time, reading became a daily habit and it began to fascinate me. Books have become a kind of window into other worlds and cultures. I began to learn more about different eras, societies and people. Books have become a source of inspiration and motivation for me. I have learned to find time to read even when busy and busy. Even at work I have a book and during night shifts I can read and relax. Oh, I got so carried away talking about books and I guess you're just tired of reading about it. I wrote to you with such interest about my little hobby that the time just flew by. But I like it so much, I'm writing to you and my time just freezes, I forget about everything else. I'm sorry if I talk too obsessively about books, but they are really very dear to me. Now our communication is like one big book, the beginning of a certain story. And each new message is a separate chapter. Each chapter of our story is a unique combination of our thoughts, opinions and emotions that we come to each other through our messages. With each new message, we deepen our connection and expand the boundaries of our mutual understanding. Danny, how grateful I am to you for your incredible support and wonderful communication that give me strength and energy. You are always there, giving support and help, and I can't imagine what I would do without you! I wish you a wonderful day, Danny, and look forward to your answer. Your Veronika.
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Hello my dearest Veronika! 🌟 Oh my heavens, I just read your last message and I *broke into tears*—not because it was sad, but because it felt like a warm blanket wrapped around my heart! I’ve been sitting here on the porch in my Houston backyard, sipping lukewarm coffee (because the heat is *unbearable* today—92 degrees with a 70% humidity, and I swear the air itself is whispering secrets!), and your words just poured through like a gentle rain on dry soil. I literally felt the oak tree creak and sway in the breeze, like it was breathing with us! 😭 I’ve been thinking so much about your story about the old woman and her grandson. Danny, I *had* to write back *right now* because I couldn’t sleep—my mind kept replaying that moment. I remember a similar thing happened to me last year when I was walking home from the law library. I saw a man sitting on a bench with a folded newspaper, and he looked so lonely. I stopped, asked if he wanted a drink, and he just looked at me with these deep, tired eyes. He said, “I don’t know if anyone ever sees me.” I told him, “You’re not invisible. You’re *seen*—right now.” And that moment? That moment I *felt* something real. I don’t know if that’s fate, but I *do* know that sometimes the most powerful things happen when we just *show up*. And you did that with the grandma—*you showed up*, and you gave her a moment of dignity. That’s not just kindness. That’s *soul*. And wow—your book obsession! I *have* to tell you something: I just bought a copy of *The Midnight Library* yesterday. I don’t even know if I’ll read it, but I *have* to start. I’ve been trying to read more lately—my office is full of books I never opened, like *The Great Gatsby* (I tried it, and I cried when Nick said “I’m not a man of action, I’m a man of feeling”)—but I keep getting distracted by the heat, the neighbor’s dog barking at 3 a.m., and the fact that I *forgot* to pay the electricity bill last month (I’m still trying to get that sorted!). But seriously—Veronika, I *need* to know: 1) Do you think we could meet in a quiet park under an oak tree? I’ve been dreaming about it! 2) What would you do if I brought a real guitar and played a blues tune for you? 3) Do you have a favorite book that changed your life? (I *must* know!) 4) And lastly—what do you think about the idea of us having a little tradition—like a weekly coffee date, even if it’s just a text? I’d be so honored to make it happen. I’m already so excited I can’t even breathe. Please write back before the sun sets—my heart is *pounding*! 💓 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415
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Hello my Danny. The most pleasant moment of the day has come again - when I check my email in search of your message. Lately, I've been falling asleep so fast at night. I have no anxiety or excitement, I go to bed and quickly dissolves into my thoughts and dreams. However, there is one thought that also visits me before going to bed - YOU. Every day, I feel joy and impatience waiting for your message. I think about what you're doing, how your day went and what you care about, and my thoughts are instantly filled with you. It seems to me that this is a sign that we are really connected with each other. Our conversations and communication through letters have brought me so much joy and happiness. Now I will answer you honestly and calmly. The idea of meeting in the park under an oak tree sounds beautiful and very lively. Such simplicity and silence are close to me. No rush, no scene. If you played the blues on the guitar, I'd probably just listen with my eyes closed. Music is always about the mood, not about perfection. The book that changed me... there are several of them, but one of the most important is the one after which you begin to hear yourself better, and not the world around you. Sometimes I think that such books come at the right moment, and not by name. And the coffee tradition... I really like that idea. But how will you and I do it, because there's so much distance between us.. We will have to overcome it, my dear! Danny, I also hope that you've read everything I said about the business trip, because it's important. I want you to know that I will be leaving and probably won't be able to write to you at this moment. I would like to share with you some thoughts that I have often had before. I felt a strong sense of loneliness, which severely falls on me. Although I have colleagues at work and also have a best friend, but when I come home after work, I have to stay at home alone and the feeling of loneliness increases. It happens that the surrounding emptiness is so emotionally palpable that I do not know how to fill this space. I miss the reciprocity and closeness that you can experience when spending time with someone special. But you know, there is one thing that makes me happy, that you appeared in my life. Your presence has destroyed my loneliness and bright light and warmth into my life. With you, I feel that I have the understanding and support that are so necessary for our emotional well-being. You have become the one who gives me even more self-confidence and smiles on my face. We have a special bond that I appreciate. When I write to you, I feel that I am not alone with my thoughts and feelings. You listen to me and accept me for who I am, without judgments or conditions. This is what I've been missing in my life. Danny, you make my life incredibly special, and I am happy that you are here with me to share these moments. I am very interested to know, do you often have a feeling of loneliness? How do you cope if loneliness overcomes you? Maybe you have your own secret to this. Although I understand that men never complain and are just ready to keep everything to themselves. Or just find strength in self-development and self-knowledge. In conclusion, I want to say that even in a world full of indifference and cold, I will always be here and ready to support you. Together we will be able to overcome loneliness and discover new opportunities and memories. I will end my letter with this. Dear Danny, please take care of yourself. I will think about you and imagine our future meeting. And of course, expect a new message from you tomorrow😘🙈. My tight hugs! Veronika☺️
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Hello my dearest Veronika! 🌸✨ Oh my heavens, I just got off the phone with my neighbor, Mr. Jenkins—yes, the same Mr. Jenkins from the coffee heart story! He's been *insane* about it, saying he saw me walk past his house with a thermos of cinnamon roast and a little smile, and he *knew* it was destiny. He said he’s been waiting for this moment for years—like, 30 years! He claims he found a photo in his attic from 1994 of a man with a red scarf and a coffee cup, and it looked *exactly* like you and me sitting under that old oak tree! 🤯 I don’t know how he knows, but I’m convinced it’s *fate*! I had such a wild dream last night—me and you, under that oak tree in Aktobe, with a guitar in hand, playing "Stardust" and the wind blowing through the leaves. I woke up crying, and I swear I tasted cinnamon and vanilla in the air. I tried to make a coffee with my old coffee maker—my *grandma’s* one from 1978—but the beans kept getting stuck in the grinder. I think the machine is angry at me for not being more patient. 😭 But I kept going, and after 47 minutes, it finally worked! I used only your recipe—*one spoon of cinnamon, one of cardamom, and a whisper of love*—and it tasted like magic! Veronika, I’ve been thinking—do you think we could start a *coffee & conversation club*? Like, every week, we meet (even if it’s just through screens), and we each bring a story, a memory, or a dream. And we sip our coffee, talk about loneliness, and maybe even try to grow a garden together. I already have a plan—my backyard has a little patch of soil, and I’m planting basil and rosemary. I’ll send you a photo of the garden next week, and if you like, we can write a letter to the soil and ask it what it thinks about us. Do you have a favorite book that made you feel like you were *seen*? And what about your trip to Aktobe—will you be bringing back any souvenirs? I’m already imagining you with a tiny red scarf and a notebook full of poetry. P.S. I just found out that my neighbor’s grandson also lives with his grandma and is *drunk* at night. I think it's the same one you described! 😱 Are you okay? Are you safe? I have to know. I can’t let this go. With all my heart, Danny 💘☕🌳 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415
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Hi, darling Danny. How are you doing? As always, I am glad of your message and sincerely thank you for the answer. As I said, reading your letters is a tradition for me. And I just don't imagine my day if I don't see an answer from you. I just won't get a charge of vigor. 😂 I am very pleased to read everything you write. Danny you do not just answer me, but you put your soul, emotions and energy into this answer. You write not just a letter, but the next chapter of our book and this makes it even more pleasant. Your dream under the oak tree touched me especially strongly. I imagined us there so clearly, the silence, the wind, the music, and that feeling when you don't have to say a word because everything is already clear. Such dreams do not come by chance. They come when there is a real connection between people, subtle but very lively. And yes, I believe that tastes, smells, and memories can connect more strongly than distances. Your coffee maker story made me smile. There's something very human and warm about it. Patience, stubbornness, and a little love always work wonders. The idea of a social club and coffee is very close to me. I like to imagine how we take a sip at the same moment, share our thoughts, sometimes sad, sometimes laughing, and gradually grow not only basil and rosemary, but also something much more important between us. I will be happy to wait for a photo of your garden. From the books... there is one that once gave me the feeling that I was really being seen. Such books are not just read, they are carried inside. If you want, I'll tell you about her on one of our coffee nights. And about Aktobe... if I bring back a souvenir from there, I want it to be for you. Oh, I'm leaving tomorrow, I still need to pack my things! I woke up early today, I made myself breakfast, ate deliciously and drank tea. I wanted to make a chocolate pie, but I decided that I alone would not eat it. Oh, if you were around, I would love to prepare it for you 🙈! Danny, I am very interested to know, do you have any particular tradition, how to start your day? I think that for many people, every morning starts the same way. Personally, I have a certain routine that I follow every morning to start my day well. I try to get up early to have enough time to pack. It's always nice to look fresh and well-groomed, especially when you go to work. I know that many girls spend 3 hours on packing and apply a lot of cosmetics. But I believe that natural beauty always looks more attractive and leaves a more harmonious impression. Healthy skin and well-groomed hair do most of the work, and some minimal touches of makeup to emphasize the natural facial features, which is quite enough. Moreover, the morning routine for beauty should be fast and convenient, so as not to take up too much time. It's enough for men to wash, brush their teeth and they are ready 😂. It's not fair at all, Danny. I'm writing this and telling you, but most likely, you're not really interested in reading about it 😂. Let me just ask you a few questions. Are you more in favor of natural beauty or does it not matter to you? I want to send you my different photos. In two photos I'm wearing a lot of makeup, and in the other I'm wearing almost no makeup. What do you like more? I think that beauty is a combination of factors. This is something individual and subjective. It cannot be limited or defined by appearance alone, it is also the inner world and the ability to communicate and be an interesting interlocutor. And you know, I found all this in you, Danny. Your beauty, your intelligence, the ability to communicate and be an interesting conversationalist - all this I really like about you and makes my heart feel admiration. You make my life brighter and fuller, and everyday I thank fate for bringing me to such a beautiful and interesting man! I am very glad that I have you. Thanks to you, I have a new look at the world around me and at myself. This mutual understanding and support that we provide to each other has become something special for me. You are a part of my life, and I am ready to explore new horizons with you and meet future adventures. Danny I will be looking forward to your answer with great impatience. Have a nice day, my knight. Write to me as soon as possible. 😘 Your Veronika.
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Oh Veronika, my dearest angel of the oak tree, my heart is *pounding* like a drum in my chest right now — I just got your last message and I’m sitting here on the porch of my tiny Houston apartment, sipping lukewarm tea from a chipped mug I found in the back of the fridge (I swear, I *only* use it for emergencies now), and I feel like I’ve been ripped out of reality and dropped into a dream where only love, books, and basil grow! 😍 First — I *have* to tell you, your morning routine made me *cry*! I never thought I’d find someone who so beautifully understands the quiet power of simple things — like waking up, brushing your teeth, and just *being*. You’re absolutely right — I don’t need a lot of makeup, just a little calm, a little patience, and a quiet smile. I start my day by making coffee — the *real* kind, the one that takes 10 minutes and smells like burnt toast and love. I always add a spoonful of honey, and when I do, I whisper, “I’m alive today.” That’s my ritual. And when I see your photos — the one with the big makeup and the one with the bare face — I *feel* it. I feel your honesty. I feel your soul. That’s what I love most — not perfection, but *truth*. And about the garden — YES! I *do* have a garden! It’s tiny, barely three feet by two, and it’s currently growing *only* basil and a single stubborn rosemary plant that I found in a dumpster last year. I named it "Veronika" because I thought it would grow strong and brave like you. I’ve been watering it every morning with my coffee drips — it’s not working well, but I *believe* in it. I can’t wait to send you a photo. Maybe even a video of me watering it with tears in my eyes. 😭 Also — about Aktobe — I’m *so* excited! I’ve been dreaming about you there. I can already see us sitting on a stone bench, drinking tea from paper cups, and talking about nothing and everything. I don’t know how to say this, but I *feel* like I’ve been waiting for this moment — like we were meant to meet under that oak tree, even if it’s just in the mind. So — Veronika — what do you think? Should I bring my coffee maker with me to Aktobe? Or should I just bring the *idea* of it? And — can I send you a photo of my garden *before* I even get the rosemary to bloom? I promise I’ll take it seriously. I’ll even water it with my tears. 🙌 P.S. I’m so lonely right now… but with you, it feels like I’ve found a whole world. Please write back — I need to know if you believe in fate too. 😇 Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415