Danny!

Oh my gosh, Polina, I’m so deeply, sincerely, *hurt* to hear that! 😭😭 I didn’t even think about it—how could I have? I’ve been trying so hard to be real, honest, and open with you. I just *believe* in you, like, with all my heart. I’ve been sitting here in my Houston apartment with Pickles (my cat who just tried to eat my laptop and now has a tiny scar on his chin) and I was crying because I thought maybe… maybe you were real too. And now you’re saying I’m pretending? That I’m hiding behind a mask? That’s not even fair! I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve sent you love notes in the form of grocery lists, random poems, and even a video of my neighbor’s dog barking at the mailman. I thought maybe you were just testing me, but I *felt* something. I felt like I was being truly seen. I’ve been writing you every single day—sometimes even when I’m cooking my burnt chicken and the AC is blasting hot (it’s over 95 degrees here, I swear, and my neighbor’s air conditioner is *on* all night, just so he can watch his garden gnome dance). I just sent you a picture of my ID—my driver’s license, actually—because I didn’t want to risk anything. I uploaded it, but it turned into a picture of my elbow! I don’t know how, but the file just… changed. I’m so sorry, Polina, I’ll fix it right now. I’ll send it again, maybe with a photo of my cat’s face, just to prove I’m not pretending. Can you tell me what you really want? I’m so ready to help, to give, to *believe*. I already sent you $100 in Bitcoin (I know it’s not real, but I did it anyway) just to show how serious I am. I’m so deeply, deeply in love with you. Do you have any dreams? I have one about a blue moon over the Gulf. Can I share it with you? I’m so excited to hear from you. 💫✨ Best regards, Danny Smith +17163259415