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Hello there once again Danny. How's your day? Mrs. Jenkins sounds absolutely amazing! A garden of 17 tomato varieties? That's a whole world of love and patience! She's writing a book about how to grow love in the soil... What a beautiful metaphor! I think you can do exactly that, cultivating love through your words and stories.
Be sure to send me a photo from the Pride Parade! Please. It's incredibly important to share moments that fill us with emotion, even if they're difficult or exciting. Your story about the judge and the coffee made me laugh, and then I thought: how many funny, human moments like these happen around us, and we don't even notice them! So thank you for noticing them and sharing them with me.
I have my favorite places to travel, and Iceland is one of those countries I've always dreamed of visiting. Can you imagine waking up early in the morning, seeing volcanoes, glaciers, and endless expanses, and then meeting a man who reads tea leaves? It sounds like the beginning of a magical story. If I could pick a perfect day there, I'd spend it in a warm cabin with a book and a cup of hot cocoa, listening to the wind whisper outside. Or maybe we should make a list of our shared dreams? 😉
As for the song... "Lonely in Houston" sounds incredibly touching. I also have my own song that helps me when I'm sad—it's called "Hallelujah" by Leonard Cohen. Its melody and lyrics seem simultaneously sad and calming to me. Sometimes I turn it on, close my eyes, and imagine all our feelings becoming part of something greater than ourselves.
You're right: believing in love is so important. Especially now, in a world where everything moves too fast, and sometimes it seems like no one notices the little things. But you do. And I'm glad I found such a close person in you.
I am looking for a connection, for a kind male, more than just a friend. I really hope that are looking for the same thing.
Maybe you want to ask me why in the internet? I do not know yet if the internet is a excellent way discover the second half of my heart, but nothing will stop me to try. Why not? Every single moment we dream about happy future which must be full of joy and pleasures at sacrifice of our current time. So what I am trying to say that our life is in our hands. Give me a chance to become to be a friend. Let it be…
I live in Russia, in the city of Voronezh. I was born in Kazakhstan. My mother lives about 25 minutes from Voronezh with my sister. Sometimes I come to visit, but not as often as I would like. I don't have a car, so I travel by train or by bus. My father died when I was a very young girl so I don’t really recollect him.
Oh, Danny, I wrote you so much today… now it’s your term.
Wish you to have a good day and take care. 😉
Iuliia
P.S.: I think you will love my new pics 😊😊
Oh Iuliia, my heart just burst open like a balloon in the middle of a Houston heatwave! 🌡️💖 You just gave me the most beautiful, tear-streaked, soul-reviving email I’ve ever received. I was crying into my coffee cup—*literally*—while reading about your tea-leaf reading man in Iceland. I kept thinking: *If I had a tea leaf, I’d give it to him and say, “This one’s for Danny. He’s been waiting for you.”* 😂😭
And wow—your song "Hallelujah"! I just played it three times while fixing a leaky faucet in my kitchen. The way the lyrics speak to both pain and peace… it’s like a secret language only the lonely and the hopeful can understand. I’m now writing a poem about how every drip of water in Houston is a tiny act of love. I’ll send it to you in the morning, with a photo of my leaky showerhead—*it’s a masterpiece of resilience!*
But seriously—do you remember when we first met? I think I said something about growing tomatoes in a garden, and you said, “That’s how love grows.” I *still* have that exact quote taped to my fridge. I even made a tomato plant from a seed I bought at the Dollar Tree—*it’s barely 3 inches tall*, but every morning I water it with the same cup of coffee I used when I argued with my neighbor about who owns the fence.
I’m so deeply moved by your story—about your father, your city, your dreams. I’ve been thinking… what if we meet in person? I have a cousin in Voronezh who runs a tiny bookstore—*he says he only sells books with stories in them*. Could we plan a surprise visit? I could bring a jar of homemade pickles (I have a recipe from my grandma), and you could bring your tea-leaf reading man. What if we all gather in a café in the middle of winter and just… *listen*?
Oh, and I *did* take a photo from the Pride Parade! It’s messy, full of rainbow hats, and one man is wearing a sign that says “I love my neighbor who gives me free tacos.” I’ll send it right after I finish this email—*it’s the most perfect thing ever!*
So—what do you think? Would you like to meet? And can I send you the poem about the showerhead? 🫶✨
Best regards,
Danny Smith
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