
Hello my dear Danny.
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Hello my dear Danny.
Thank you for your letter. I was happy to receive your letter and your
words. They made me happy. You have no idea how much I was touched by
the way you write. I smiled, laughed and even wiped away a tear - all at
the same time.
Danny, you are a feeling person and I really feel you. Is it true. You
are alive, real, acutely sensitive, with a soul that sounds like an old
piano in your grandmother’s house - maybe a little out of tune, but so
familiar and full of stories. And you know, I'm glad you let me hear
this music. I'm happy to build a connection with you. This makes me
incredibly happy my dear.
Your mother... Oh, that phrase about 30-spice soup! I can just see
little Danny standing on a stool by the old stove, with the concentrated
face of an alchemist. And her words are so gentle, so wise. She probably
knew that there would be something special about you, not according to
the recipe. Now I really want to see your kitchen and that ceiling that
flows like time, and maybe even hear her voice. This is part of your
childhood, and if you are ready to share it, this is already trust,
which I really appreciate.
And the sketchbook... Oh please show it to me when you feel ready.
You're ten years old in these drawings, aren't you? I so want to see how
you saw the world at that age. It seems to me that children see the
world more honestly than anyone else, without filters, and if you keep
something from those times, it means it was important. I will watch very
carefully.
And, Danny... Your yoga video! I'm already looking forward to it. It
seems to me that it should have a special genre: “A meditative drama on
a highway with a thunderstorm and wet sneakers.” I just hear you
breathing, sitting among the flashing headlights, and the sky whispers
to you something about eternity. Perhaps it is nights like these that
teach us true peace. Send me this video - I promise I’ll watch it with
my eyes closed and my heart open.
And yes, I definitely want a video with Mr. Whiskers! Licking USB is,
you know, as if he decided to connect to you directly. Maybe he wants to
give me a message? I love cats with character. I will be very pleased to
see this video. And Lucky is the heroine of an action comedy! You not
only told it, but also brought it to life in my imagination! Give her
polite respect from me and some tasty treats - suddenly her ardor will
calm down. Although, honestly, an air conditioner that only works during
opera is genius. You may not know how to cook soup, but you definitely
know how to turn everyday life into art. I will be waiting for your
photos and videos, I’m really looking forward to them, because you only
sent me a couple of your photos before and I’m a little sad. I will be
happy if you send me new pictures and videos. This will make me
incredibly happy my dear. I sincerely look forward to them and hope.
Danny, you asked what my favorite season is... Winter. I really like
winter, these festive moods, white snow, wonderful and very beautiful
evenings. I love this time of year and it will soon be here. This is
wonderful. I believe that one day we will spend wonderful moments
together in winter. It would be very romantic and great.
Danny, thank you for everything you write. I don’t want to rush with
you, I don’t want to be afraid. Just be. Watch the thunderstorm, listen
to the opera with air conditioning and build beautiful happiness
together. I am glad that we met and I only want to develop our
happiness, my dear. I am glad that you appeared in my life and I only
want to get to know you more, step by step, day by day.
This morning was wonderful - my best friend Alina visited me. She
immediately noticed that I had become more cheerful and asked me to tell
me what happened to me. I told her about our acquaintance. She is very
happy for me, but advises me to be careful. After all, there has already
been enough betrayal and deception in my life...
Also Danny, I told my parents that I met a man on the Internet. They're
a little worried that you're so far away. My mother took it with joy and
even supported me. But my father reacted more warily. He told me to be
careful. Of course, I understand my father now, since he saw my
suffering and the pain that I experienced in past relationships. My
father wants to make sure that this time everything will be different.
It seems to me that it would be great for you to do something for my
father so that he understands the sincerity and seriousness of your
intentions. I’m sure that if my father sees that you are serious,
sincere and want to win his trust, he will be more calm. What do you
think about this? What could you do that would appease my father? Let's
think about it together... Perhaps you can take some special photo or video?
Today I received an SMS from a mobile operator. I left a request
regarding calls abroad. Currently there are some glitches in mobile
communications. And there may be problems with calls abroad. They work
intermittently. Since my smartphone is being repaired, now I use a
regular push-button phone. I tried to call you. But after the beep
started, the call stopped. Then I decided to write you an SMS. I hope
that at least my SMS will reach you. After my letter I will send you an
SMS. It’s a little sad that for both of us the connection is
intermittent. I will try to call you and I will be happy if I succeed. I
will keep you updated on all the news, because I will also be happy to
hear your voice. You said about the message: “Are you sure you want to
talk to the ghost?” — and I don’t know whether to laugh or quietly press
against the screen. It was very funny and I will be happy to talk to you
one day and enjoy communicating with you and your humor. It will be
wonderful my dear.
I want to tell you a little about my daily life and my hobbies. I like
to read books in my free time. Because it's never too late to educate
yourself. I don't have any particular preferences in music. It all
depends on my mood. I also like to cook, although I don’t always have
time. Would you like to try my version of Kazakh cuisine? I recently
decided to go cooking and cooked a lot of different meals for the day.
There was enough food for the whole week. Haha. Everything turned out
very tasty and I want to share it with you.
In addition, I try to play sports. I love to run, bike and walk. In the
summer I often swim in the river, and in the winter I go skiing and
skating. Tell me about your daily life and your hobbies...
Today I experienced a strange feeling. I can't help but feel like I've
known you all my life... It's very strange for me. And we haven’t known
you for that long... But it’s still very unusual. I need time to realize
this.
My past life was not happy. There were a lot of disappointments. I have
a favor to ask of you. I want us to never deceive each other and hide
anything. I really hope that we will be able to build a trusting
relationship. Don't be afraid to tell the truth. Because I can't forgive
lies...
The week is coming to an end and the weekend begins. I'm going to spend
the weekend with my parents. I will miss you during the weekend, I will
miss you.
On Saturday I am going to help my parents with housework and housework.
In the morning, my father wants to make a bird feeder, I will help him
with this. I also need to help my mother wash the windows in the house.
In the afternoon, the whole family gathers with our neighbors. Neighbors
are going to celebrate 50 years of marriage. This is a very big date for
faithful and devoted love. I can admire them, they are great guys.
On Sunday I'm going to do some laundry and a little cleaning at my
parents' house. These are my plans for the weekend.
I guess I will finish this letter. Please don't forget to send your
photos. I am always pleased to see your letters and your photographs. It
would be nice to see your videos from everyday life. I hope you have a
wonderful weekend.
Best wishes, Kristina.
Oh Kristina, my dearest soul! Your letter just melted my heart like a chocolate sundae on a hot Texas afternoon — I’ve been crying quietly in my kitchen, staring at the photo of my 30-spice soup (which, by the way, I *did* make last Tuesday — it was so thick, it looked like molten gold and I swear I saw tiny sparkles in the steam! My neighbor said it smelled like a secret from another dimension).
Yes, I am alive — I *am* real — and I can feel the thunderstorm in my bones when I write. I’ve been sitting in my backyard with Mr. Whiskers (he’s been *obsessed* with the USB cord since I connected him to the charging station and now he keeps licking it like it’s a treasure map). He’s so serious about it — I think he’s trying to send a message to you, maybe even a coded one! “Lick, then whisper,” he says in his purr. I’ve been recording this, and I’ll send you a video — it’s called *“Whiskers’ USB Ode: A Feline Meditation on Digital Connection”* — it’s just him sitting in front of the monitor, slowly licking the cable like it’s a sacred relic.
And yes — I *have* been watching your videos, Kristina. I just watched one of your cooking clips — the Kazakh cuisine! I tried it with my cousin’s lentil stew, and it was *perfect* — like a dream with a strong southern accent. I can *see* you in the kitchen, wearing that yellow apron, with flour on your cheek like a happy artist.
But… I do have a favor to ask. My father asked me to send him a video of *my* yoga session — the one with the thunderstorm and the wet sneakers — but I forgot to film it. I was in the middle of a meditation when my AC suddenly turned on *during the opera*, and the whole house started humming like a lullaby. I think the air conditioner only works during opera — it’s a *mystery*, but I’ve been trying to record it. I’ll send it to him *today* — I swear I’ll send it before the weekend ends.
And yes — I’ll send you the sketchbook soon. I found it tucked behind the fridge last night — it was wrapped in foil, like a secret treasure. I’ve been drawing every night since. I drew you — with a red scarf, standing in a snowstorm, holding a spoon full of soup.
Do you think my father will believe it’s real? I’m so scared he’ll say, “This is just another ghost story.” But I know he’ll see the truth — because I’ve already sent him a picture of Mr. Whiskers licking a USB — and he *cried* when he saw it.
Can I send you a photo of my kitchen ceiling? It flows like time, and it’s covered with little stars — I think it’s from a dream.
And yes — I *do* want to talk to you. I want to hear your voice. I’m ready. I’m *so* ready.
Tell me — what do you think the next step should be? Should I send the yoga video first? Or the sketchbook? Or the photo of the ceiling?
I’m so excited, I’m practically vibrating in my chair. I have to go — my AC just started playing *La Traviata* — I think it knows I’m about to share something big.
Please reply — I’m counting on you! 🫶✨
Best regards,
Danny Smith
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