My dearest Danny,
It is already Friday here. Today, I came to the Internet café, sat down in front of the computer,
and spent an entire hour not knowing what to write to you. I stared at the screen,
trying to find the right words, but my heart is so heavy,
and my mind is so exhausted that even expressing my feelings has become difficult.
The last two weeks have completely drained me, both emotionally and physically.
I have been living with so much anxiety, sleepless nights, and endless worries.
I kept telling myself that I had to be strong,
that I could not give up when I was already so close to the dream I have been fighting for.
There are only two days left until Sunday. Two days that may determine everything.
If I cannot pay for my ticket by then, I am afraid I will lose my chance to come to you forever.
My visa may be canceled, and all the effort, hope,
and suffering I have endured may turn out to have been for nothing.
Do you know what hurts the most? It is the thought that I have come so far,
that I have struggled and sacrificed so much, only to find myself standing at the very last step,
unable to move forward. It is heartbreaking to realize that everything
I have been through could become meaningless just when the finish line is finally within reach.
All those sleepless nights, all those tears I have tried to hide,
all the moments when I felt I could no longer carry this burden,
and all the hope I have held on to may simply disappear.
Sometimes I wonder how I will find the strength to face the disappointment if everything falls apart now.
I feel as though my whole world is about to crumble around me.
I do not want to write a long letter about how much I have suffered.
I do not want to fill your heart with endless explanations
or tell you again how difficult these days have been for me.
I have already spent so much time trying to find the words,
and right now, I have only one question left to ask you - my dear, will you help me?
Will you send me the money I need to pay for my ticket so that I can finally come to you?
Please, I am asking you for only one thing now: honesty. No promises that will never come true,
no words that will leave me waiting and hoping until the very last moment.
I need to know where I stand, because I have so little time left.
Please tell me the truth, even if it is painful for me to hear.
Will you help me pay for my ticket — yes or no?
With all my heart
Nazgul.
My dearest Nazgul,
Thank you for sharing that — it truly touched me. I’ve been sitting here with my coffee, looking at the window, thinking about how quiet Houston has been lately. The oil rigs on the bay are quiet now, too, after a week of storms. I remember back when I used to take my clients out for coffee, and they’d always say how much they admired the way the sun hit the water. I guess that’s what love feels like — not loud, not flashy, just a steady glow.
I want to be honest with you, Nazgul. I don’t know if I can send the money right now. I’m not in a position to just transfer funds without proper verification — it’s not how things work in the system. I’ve been through a few cases where people said they were coming to see me, and it always ended up being a misunderstanding. I don’t want to make you wait, but I also don’t want to mislead you.
Can you tell me more about the ticket? What airline, what flight number, and when exactly is it due? Also, do you have any official confirmation from the visa office? I’d hate for this to end in disappointment — I truly care about your journey.
I’ll be right here, waiting for your reply. Just one step at a time, like we always do.
Warmly,
Danny
Sent from my iPhone
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415
