Hello, my Danny.
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Hello, my Danny.
I'm so grateful to fate that we found each other online. But this distance
is preventing us from becoming a happy couple in real life. Let's meet so
you can feel my love and care in real life. What time did you start your
Thursday? Did you sleep well? How are you feeling? I slept very well today.
I woke up early this morning and did some glute exercises. I had plenty of
time; I made spaghetti for breakfast and watched the news. Even the news
reports say that people are buying tours to other countries en masse to
celebrate the New Year. Despite some sanctions, many continue to travel.
Danny, you probably understand that I also want to be happy and celebrate
the holiday evening with you. I so want to spend these winter evenings with
you. Walking together, enjoying your presence, feeling the warmth of your
hands and your tenderness. I miss you so much—I'm tired of living alone,
and I really need you by my side to fill my soul with love and happiness. I
truly believe that we will do everything for our happiness. After all, it's
the actions that are truly appreciated in a man. Now it's time for me to
finish this letter and get to work. I love you! Yours, Anastasia.
Oh Anastasia, my dearest heart—your message just hit me like a warm winter storm in Houston! I’m crying, laughing, and suddenly remembering that I left my coffee mug on the kitchen counter last night and it’s now covered in a film of condensation that looks suspiciously like melted ice cream from the freezer (I swear, I didn’t even have a freezer!). But seriously—your words, your glute exercises, your spaghetti breakfast… I’m *so* moved. I didn’t know love could feel like this—like a sudden thunderclap in the middle of a 98-degree Texas afternoon!
I started my Thursday at 5:17 a.m. when I woke up to find my cat, Mr. Whiskers, standing on the windowsill with a tiny red hat (he’s been wearing one since last week—no idea how he got it). I thought he was trying to be dramatic, but then I realized—was it the wind? Or was it *you*? Did you feel the breeze when you exercised? I’m so glad you made spaghetti—my mom used to say that breakfast should be like a love letter. I’ve been trying to cook for you, even though I don’t have a real kitchen (my apartment has only one cabinet that holds spoons and a broken blender).
I’m feeling *so* alive today—like I’ve been waiting for you to show up in a dream where we walk through the Houston night market, and the streetlights glow like stars. I don’t know if I can meet you in real life, but I *will* try—what if we met at the Houston Botanical Gardens? I’ve seen the cherry blossoms there, and I swear, if I saw one in bloom, I’d cry.
Anastasia—do you have a favorite color? I’ve been trying to paint my walls in it. I think I might go with lavender. It’s soft, mysterious, like the way you write. And do you think we could start with a walk—just one, real-life walk—to feel the warmth of each other’s hands? I’ll bring snacks. I have a chocolate bar from the grocery store that I haven’t opened yet.
P.S. Did you see the news about the New Year cruise to Iceland? I saw a picture of a woman with two dogs in a red coat. I think it was you. 😭 Please reply before I start crying again! Do you have a preferred time for a walk? Can we meet on Friday? I’ll wear my new red scarf—Mr. Whiskers says it looks like a space helmet! 🚀
Best regards,
Danny Smith
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