Hello Danny

Hello darling,Danny How is your health?How is your mood?Your letters help me to feel your affinity.I'm yours,I'm so grateful for all what you keep doing for me and I'll be thankful to you for all of my life.Your love and care warms me and protects me!!!With great and everlasting gratitude.I often begin to imagine - what you do right now,where are you right now.I wish you good Wekend.Mariia.

Hello, my good Danny! Today is such a mixed day: the sun was shining in the morning, but by evening it became cloudy. My mood is a little sad today too. How are you? I hope everything is fine with you. Your Aunt Eleanor... what a wise woman. "Love isn't fixing what's broken, but holding the pieces together until the light comes back." Danny, I'll write these words down. They're with me now. You're right—we're building something very fragile and very real, word by word, like the slow notes of an old record. You're asking about a small thing that fills my heart even now... You know, it's a smell. The smell of wet earth after the first spring rain. As a child, my dad used to take me fishing on the Irtysh River, and after the rain it always smelled like this—dampness, hope, freedom. I close my eyes and hear his voice: "Maria, look, the bobber is shaking." It will stay with me forever. You got succulents in Houston... Danny, that's so touching. A small life that you tend. I imagine you in the garden, with these resilient, beautiful plants—just like you. You ask about next steps, about goals... I want us to continue getting to know each other. Slowly, without pressure. I want to see you one day, not in a photo, but in person—sitting somewhere with coffee and saying nothing, because words are no longer necessary. That's my goal. And the timing... let your heart decide. Today I'm a bit worried about my grandma... Well, about the woman who became like a grandma to me. It's our former neighbor, Aunt Tanya. She replaced our grandma after she passed away. She's already old and lives alone. Lately, she's been complaining of pain in her back and chest. Yesterday she got really bad; I took time off work and took her to the clinic. The doctor said it's probably osteochondrosis and age-related, but sent her for tests to be safe. They prescribed medicine and special exercises. They gave her injections, and she felt better. I'm very glad nothing serious happened, but a residue of anxiety remains. She's the dearest person to me after my sister. I'm very afraid for her. I try to stay strong, but my heart feels heavy. Today I've been drinking tea all day trying to calm down. The weather is grey, but I made myself some tasty tea with honey, it helps a little. Sweetheart, I told Aunt Tanya about you. She was very happy, said I've been single for too long and that a good man is happiness. She asked me to send you her regards and said she would pray that things work out for us. She says I care too much about others and too little about myself. That I need to think about my own family and my own happiness. She's glad we're corresponding. You know, I often feel lonely, especially when I come home to an empty apartment. But I believe in God and in luck. Maybe it's fate that I met you. Yesterday evening, to distract myself, Aliya and I went to the theater. They performed a play based on the story "The Cranes Are Flying". The play was called "Tango on the Shards" in the local production. Very powerful, touching to tears. About love, about war, about separation. Strong impressions. Do you have a theater in your city? How often do you go? Aliya was also impressed; she sends you her regards. Tell me, have you seen anything interesting lately? Maybe been to the cinema? How often do interesting events happen in your city? Tell me, I'm really curious. I'm eagerly waiting for your letter. Yours, Mariia.

Hello, my dear Danny! Thank you so much for your letter, for your tender words and care. You have become so dear to me, I enjoy reading your words so much. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine you saying these words to me. And it makes my heart feel so warm and calm. Thank you for reminding me of the Irtysh and my dad. It truly was my most peaceful childhood memory—sitting on the bank, looking at the float, and feeling like the whole world fit into that moment. You understand that. And it's priceless. Aunt Tanya... Thank you for asking. She's better, then worse. Age, blood pressure, heart. I try to be there, but work and everyday life sometimes tear me apart. Your idea about weekly check-ins—just calling and saying, "I'm here, I see you"—is so simple and so important. I would like that for her. And for myself too, to be honest. Coffee in Houston, late spring... Danny, when I read these words, everything inside me stops. You can't even imagine how much I want this. Just to sit across from you, to look into your eyes, not in a photo. To hear your voice not in my head, but in person. Talk about something simple or remain silent - and let this silence be the warmest conversation. Even though we are far from each other now, in my thoughts we are together. We're walking in our Pavlodar park, holding hands, talking about everything in the world. I feel that you are special to me. Your letters have become a necessity for me, like air or water. I never imagined that something like this could happen to me. Thank you for existing. You know, Danny, I don't think appearance is the main thing. Yes, it attracts at first, but it's all temporary. Time will pass, others will appear, younger and more beautiful. But the soul, the inner world that's what stays with you forever. A person should be beautiful on the inside. Do you agree with me? Danny, I see in you a person with whom I am comfortable, who interests me, who makes me want to get to know you more and more. I want to know your soul. It seems to me that you're not playing games with me; we have many shared thoughts, similar values. We are both looking for something real. I feel an emotional connection; I can talk to you about any topic, and it's so easy, as if we've known each other for a hundred years. I like the way you think about life and relationships. Your letters show that you are a serious and decent person. I really resonate with that. I think we are similar in this. I also take our correspondence very seriously. And it seems to me that when we meet in person, it will be just as easy as it is now. Okay, my good one, I'm ending the letter. I hope you have a wonderful day! I think of you and smile. I'm really looking forward to hearing from you! With the warmest hugs, Mariia.

Hello, my dear Danny, I was so pleased to receive your letter. I'm very glad fate brought us together. I hope in the future we will become very close people. I imagined this image and smiled. You, a lawyer who spends your days arguing and discussing facts, and in the evenings, you stand by the window, breathing in the scent of rain. There's such a contrast, such depth... I think I'm getting to know you a little more. You're talking about our future conversation... Danny, I don't have a phone for international calls. Only an old push-button phone that only calls locally. But if you find a way, I'll be happy to hear your voice. Just to know that you exist. That you're not letters on a screen, but a living person who also waits for the rain and thinks about me. You ask about my favorite time... Evening. Always evening. When the city quiets down, when you can make tea, sit by the window, and take your time. It's at moments like these that I feel truly myself. And if you called in the evening... I'd probably be at a loss and forget all the words. But that would be happiness. Aunt Tanya and my little sister Saule send you their regards. Do you mind that I tell them about you? Yesterday we went to Aliya's birthday party. The girls and I surprised her: we gave her a set of her favorite cosmetics and a spa certificate. It was fun, we sang karaoke. Listen, do you like to sing? Maybe you hum something in the shower? (Smiling). All my friends have been married for a long time, and they all noticed that I have a sparkle in my eyes. They whispered that I've fallen in love. I haven't told them anything yet, even Aliya is quiet, playing along. Is it that noticeable? I can't see myself from the outside, unfortunately. I don't know if it's love. Have your friends noticed anything like that? What do you think about our future? I understand it's too early to talk about it, but I'm interested in your opinion. It seems to me we've known each other for many years. I've only felt that way with my closest friends. I believe our meeting is not a coincidence. You know, I think a lot about my life. In recent years, something has been missing. I never thought I would want to leave Kazakhstan; I love my country, my city. But I became curious about what's beyond its borders. I want to see the world. How do you feel about traveling? What countries have you visited? Tell me about the most beautiful places you've seen. I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I entertain the thought that I could move to another country, at least for a while. Life is one, and you need to see its beauty, learn about other cultures. But by comparing, you can understand where it's better for you and your future family. Where it's safer, more stable, where there's work and decent healthcare. What do you think about this? I sometimes feel a bit out of place in my city. Maybe that's why I haven't met anyone here. The men around seem to be looking for something else, not so many romantics. I really want to have a strong family built on love, understanding, and emotional closeness. That's the most important thing. I want to feel safe, needed, and loved. And to give all my tenderness and care to my man. I have a lot to give, but I'm saving it for one special person. I think about you constantly. I eagerly await your reply. With warmth, Mariia.

Hello, my Danny, Thank you very much for the letter. As always, it lifted my mood and made me smile. Your letter caught me just as I was sitting by the window with a cup of tea, and outside the windows of Pavlodar it was starting to rain too. I read about Houston, about the lavender in your garden, about old folk melodies... and it seemed to me that it wasn't thousands of kilometers that separated us, but only a thin glass through which we looked at the same rain. You know, I never thought that a man who works with laws and courts could speak so tenderly of peace and quiet. You are amazing. You have this rare depth—you know how to see beauty in simple things. In lavender, in an old radio, in the rain pounding on the roof. For me, this is more precious than any gift. You asked if I sing when I'm thinking... Yes. Most often, without words, I just hum something that sounds in my head. Sometimes it's melodies from childhood, something my grandmother used to sing. Sometimes it's just the wind. I think music lives in each of us, it's just that not everyone knows how to hear it. You do. I feel it. About meeting... spring. Danny, it's the most wonderful time. When everything comes alive, and even the old poplars in our park are covered in delicate green. I want to show you this park. I want us to walk along the alley, and you tell me about your affairs, and I listen and feel your hand in mine. No rush. Just be close. I often think about you. You are the only person who treats me so tenderly. You know, I want to tell you something important. I believe that friendship is very important in a relationship. Passion is good, but it's friendship, the ability to be together in everyday life, that makes relationships real. Do you understand what I mean? I want my man to be my best friend. To be comfortable with each other in silence, laughing, discussing any little thing. Emotional connection is the foundation. What do you think? Reading your letters, I feel your honesty. You tell me a lot about yourself, and I want to respond in kind. I have a dream. I want to find true love. Not for a day, not for a year, but for a lifetime. A special person who will love and cherish me, and I will do the same for him. I want our love to be eternal. When I meet him, I will give him all my tenderness, care, my whole self. What is your dream? What do you want most from life? Tell me, I'm very interested. You know, I used to not believe that you could find someone close on the internet. I thought it was all not serious. But now I understand that it's possible. I met you. And it seems to me that I've known you forever, even though we've only exchanged a few letters. I know there is a person in the world who understands me, whose thoughts and dreams coincide with mine. Know that you are dear to my heart. I am always ready to listen to you, support you, and help if I can. That's all, I'm finishing. I'm waiting for your reply! I'm thinking of you!!! With gentle hugs, Mariia.

Hello, my good Danny, How are you today? What's new? I'm fine, and I was so glad to hear from you. I miss you so, so much! I think about you constantly. I'm so touched that you, amidst all these difficult tasks, amidst worries about pipelines and safety, find time to think about us, about the park, about walks. For me, that's true love—not loud words, but a quiet presence in each other's thoughts. You ask about the park... we have a place on the Irtysh embankment, where old poplars lean right down to the water. There's a bench there, a little old, painted green, that looks out onto the sunset. I often sit there alone, listening to the river and thinking about the future. Now I will sit there and think about you. About the notebook... yes, I have a small notebook where I write down funny phrases the kids say at kindergarten, sometimes my own thoughts, sometimes excerpts from books. I would gladly share these "treasures" with you if you show me yours. Maybe we can even sit next to each other one day and read them to each other. Yesterday we had a hurricane wind. A real storm! At Aunt Tanya's, our former neighbor's, the yard was destroyed: the fence was knocked down, the greenhouse where she grew tomatoes and flowers was wrecked. She called me, crying. I ran over, and it was a mess. The two of us couldn't handle it, of course. I called all the neighbors. About seven men came, some with boards, some with tools. Over the weekend, the whole yard helped restore her fence and greenhouse. She was so grateful, she set a table in the yard: she made pilaf, baked flatbreads. We all sat together like one big family. Moments like these make my heart happy. There's so much evil in the world, but also so many good people ready to help. Aunt Tanya told stories from her life, how she survived the war as a child. Her father went to the front, and she and her mother didn't hear from him for 10 years. Everyone said he was dead. But she prayed and waited. And one day he returned. Without legs, but alive. It turned out he hadn't written all those years because he didn't want them to see him as a cripple; he hoped his mother would find someone else. But she waited for him. Just didn't wait quite long enough: she died a year before his return. We all cried listening to her. Sweetheart, did the war touch your family? Okay, my dear, I'm finishing. Waiting for your reply! Miss you! With the warmest thoughts of you, Mariia.

Hello, my Danny, How are you? Today I really felt like writing to you. I hope you don't mind? I can so vividly imagine you at a table laden with documents, but with thoughts of the Irtysh River and the poplars... it's so touching. You know, that bench really does exist, and it's a little old, the paint is peeling in places, but I often sit there and imagine how one day you'll sit next to me. And we'll be silent, looking at the water, and it will be the best conversation of our lives. Your work sounds so serious and responsible—pipelines, security, courts. But what you write about silence and presence reveals how deep you are inside. You see what's most important. And that phrase your client said about hope... it resonates with me now, too. Because when I read you, I feel hope too. Real hope. Sweetheart, tell me about your past relationships. You can trust me. I have no secrets from you. You have become very dear to me, and I want to be honest with you to the end. I had a serious relationship that ended badly. It was 5 years ago. After that, I didn't want to meet anyone for a long time. I met him when I was already working at the kindergarten. He worked as a bus driver. Everything started wonderfully: he was caring, attentive, seemed ideal. I thought I had met my destiny. But over time, he began to change. Became somewhat withdrawn, irritable. Then I found out he started drinking. At first rarely, then more often. Arguments started. One day, when he ran out of money for drink, he demanded it from me. I refused. He hit me. Hard, so hard that I fell and hit my head on the corner of a cabinet. I had a concussion, I lost consciousness. In the morning, I packed his things and put them outside the door. He begged for forgiveness, cried, promised to get treatment. I gave him chance after chance, probably ten times. But every time it was the same: binges, aggression. Then my friends told me he was also seeing other girls on the side, having affairs. I realized it was a dead end. And I ended the relationship for good. Sweetheart, no one knows about this except my friends. Even Aunt Tanya doesn't know. She wouldn't have survived someone raising a hand to me. I was deeply depressed. For a long time, I couldn't trust anyone. It was painful, hurtful, scary. Because at first it was a fairy tale, and then such a nightmare. I don't want the past to poison my future. I never want anything to do with him again. I think you will understand me. Sorry for such a long letter. I needed to talk it out. I know my worth and I know I deserve respect and true love. This experience made me stronger and taught me to value myself. Sorry if I upset you. But you need to know the real me, without embellishment. I look to the future with hope and believe that I can find a person who will love me just as I am, without pain and fear. Waiting for your reply. Yours, Mariia.

Hello, my dear Danny! I want to tell you that your letters are the biggest source of joy for me right now. You are becoming the dearest person to my heart. I always eagerly await your letters. When the notification came today, I was just beaming with happiness. Aunt Tanya's story... you're right, it's not just about resilience (I learned that word thanks to you). It's about quiet faith, about choosing to stay, even when there's little hope. She waited 15 years for her father. And she finally did. I often wonder: where does this strength come from in people? And you know, looking at her, I learn. Your work... oil fields, disputes, the balance between law and humanity. And amidst all this, you think of my bench, the poplars, the wind. Danny, it's so touching to know that somewhere in Texas, amidst paperwork and legal proceedings, a man imagines the silence on the banks of the Irtysh. I imagine that bench too—and you next to him. A diary with children's phrases... Oh, there are so many treasures in it! Yesterday, a boy said, "The wind lives in Grandma's garden. I saw it—it's green." And a girl, when asked why she loves her mother, answered, "She smells like morning." I'm writing all this down so that one day, when I'm old, I can reread it and smile. And you write about jazz and old records... We'll definitely read it out loud to each other. And maybe even sing something. We are far apart, but I feel that we need each other. I believe our meeting was destined by fate. Who knows, maybe we really are two halves? I can't find words to describe my feelings. You make me the happiest! Thank you for your love and care. I feel your sincerity and seriousness. For my part, I will do everything to make you happy too. Because deep down, I feel that you are a very special person to me. I'm ending the letter and endlessly waiting for your reply! With hugs, Mariia.

Hello, my dear Danny, I was very pleased to receive your letter. I think about you constantly. I need you so much. The first thing I do when I go online is check my mail hoping to see your letter. I so enjoy reading your lines; I feel how you feel about me. I can't express my feelings in words, but if we meet, you will see everything in my eyes — my joy and happiness. Sweetheart, when I look at your photos, I imagine our meeting. I want you to know how much you mean to me. I'm truly happy I met you! You're so sensitive to details... That boy in kindergarten, he was five years old. He hugged his mother at the morning party and said, "Mom smells like morning." I wrote it down in my notebook and thought: children see the very essence of things. They don't make things up—they feel them. And I treasure moments like these because they contain the whole truth of life. Your client who spoke about waiting and love... It's so profound. I guess I really am learning to wait. But not just wait, but believe. Believe that quiet, calm love is possible. After everything that happened, after the lies and the pain, I'm learning to trust again. And you help me with this. Grandma's garden... When I was little, the wind there always smelled special. The grass, the flowers, the old apple tree, the earth after the rain... I close my eyes and can still smell that scent. Perhaps that's what home is—what lives inside you always, even when home is gone. My notebook... It's the most precious thing I have. But I will reveal it to you. Someday we will sit together, and I will read my notes aloud to you. Or maybe you will read me something of yours. I believe in this day. My sister Saule is preparing for important exams at college; I'm helping her with English. She's very capable, grasps everything quickly. She says she wants to learn Turkish too, dreams of working in the hotel business in Antalya. I support her. My sunshine, you know, you've changed my life so much. You're always in my thoughts. I'm sure God helped us meet; it's His gift. You know, I'm already afraid of losing you, afraid of losing the connection we have. I can't imagine my life without you now. You've brought me so much joy; I trust you completely. I've opened my heart to you and I really want our relationship to stay as pure and bright. Aunt Tanya and Saule send their regards. I'm finishing, waiting for your reply! With hugs, Mariia.