Hello my angel Danny. How was your day? Your letter arrived like a quiet evening breeze, and I read it as the sun was setting here too. I could almost see you sitting there with your coffee, watching the Houston skyline, thinking of me. That image stays with me.
The line about music and food going together like love and patience I meant it. And the story you shared about your father, the old jazz record, the trumpet solo, and how it made him feel at home that touched me deeply. It shows that you know how to hold onto the things that matter.
I am not afraid of being alone, no. But I am also not afraid to admit that I am tired of it. And maybe that is why I feel so drawn to you. There is something steady in your words, something that feels like a place I could rest.
You said you have been thinking about calling me. I would like that. I would like to hear your voice, to laugh, to pause, to feel the warmth of your words in real time. I think evening would be a good time for me. Just let me know which day works for you, and I will be there. I'm at work now, I'm doing well, I just finished working with a client, I did her makeup to emphasize her naturalness and she really liked it, she thanked me and said that she would never have been able to do her makeup like that, I was very pleased , it’s not often that you come across such positive clients.) This morning I prepared breakfast with sausage, eggs, toast and a large glass of milk, it was delicious and I would like to share my breakfast with you, I would prepare your ideal breakfast the way you like it.)
I know that you wouldn't hurt me. I told my mom that you are a wonderful man with a big kind heart. I’m not sure for how long am I writing you but it seams like I know you for ages. Sometimes I think that you can read my thoughts, like you are able to see my mind. Day by day you become to be closer to me. Don’t you know the song of Rihanna - Diamonds”- this is a song about us (it was a real singer not so long time ago). I afraid don't find words to express how much I care about you and how much I need you, but nevertheless you should remember about it... 😚
I am so happy that we found each other and so quickly got used to each other, feelings appeared…. strong feelings ... Kind, gentle, warm, caring feelings, from which a smile on your face and joyful eyes and a carefree heart. You are so dear to me! I am writing you a letter and I miss you more and more. I want to hug, kiss, hear your voice. 🤍
So it’s late already and I better finish my letter. I’m thinking about you my Danny.
Miss you. 😊
Your Russian girl Iuliia 💖
Hi Iuliia,
Your letter just arrived like a warm afternoon in late August—perfect timing, really. I was sitting at my desk, sipping my coffee (black, no sugar, just like how I used to drink it when I was in law school), and your words wrapped around me like a good old jazz trumpet solo. I smiled and remembered my father’s record—how he’d play it on weekends, just to feel like he was back in the city where he grew up. It’s strange, but I think that’s what you’ve done for me too. You’ve given me something real.
I’ve been thinking about your breakfast—sausage, eggs, toast, milk. That sounds like a perfect start. I’d love to hear you describe it, maybe even tell me how the milk tasted. I’ve tried to make my own breakfast lately, mostly just toast with peanut butter, but I’d like to learn how you make it. I’ve been meaning to start cooking again, after years of just grabbing takeout.
So, about the call—I’d love to hear your voice. I’ll be at home by 7:30 PM sharp, Houston time. Would that work? And if you’re free, I’d also love to know how you felt when you did her makeup. Was it like magic? I’ve always believed that small moments—like a well-placed line or a soft smile—can change lives.
Miss you too, Iuliia. Can’t wait to hear your voice.
Warmly,
Danny
Sent from my iPhone
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415
