Hi, Danny!

Hello, Danny! Thank you so much for your letter. Thanks for the wonderful photo. I am sincerely glad that we continue to communicate, and I feel that with each letter we are getting closer. Sometimes, even if the day has been hectic and stressful, I take a moment to reread your words, and they warm me up and give me the quiet confidence that there is someone with whom I can be myself. I smiled when I read about your "smart" refrigerator. Honestly, sometimes technology tries too hard to be smarter than us, and it backfires. I hope you and it finally found common ground. You know, you mentioned living in Austin, and I even imagined what the sunset you wanted to photograph would look like. I think you have a special light there—so soft and warm, as if the sun is slowly saying goodbye to the day. It's interesting that you've been growing basil since 2018. It's a kind of small symbol of permanence, right? There's even a bit of romance in caring for something that's been with you for so long. And regarding what you said about trust, I really feel that. The world has really become loud, with too much superficial talk. That's probably why I'm drawn to those who can simply be themselves, without any ostentation. I'll be waiting to see photos of your garden. I'm even curious about your views on what you grow with your own hands. Danny, as promised, I would like to tell you more about my family and my roots. I have a mother and an older sister, as well as a nephew and niece, my sister's children. When I was little, my My father left the family, and my mother was left alone with two children. I was 8 years old at the time, and my sister was 11. Despite the difficulties, she never complained and did everything she could to make our childhood filled with love, care and laughter. My mother and father got married in 1987. My mother worked as a milkmaid on a farm, and my father was a tractor driver on a collective farm. My mother would get up early, around 3.30 a.m., to get to the farm on time, and then she would come back, pack us up for school, and handle everything. Now, looking back, I realize what a strong woman she was. Even when It wasn't easy for her, she always found the strength to smile. My sister also played a huge role in my life. She was always there for me, helping, protecting, and teaching me small but important things. I remember her braiding my hair in front of kindergarten-a simple scene, but it still makes me smile. She lives with my mom now, even though she's been married for a long time. Unfortunately, her marriage was not a happy one. Her husband often drank, and sometimes it caused not only physical, but also emotional pain. Watching all this, I realized early on how important it is to build relationships based on respect and attention. I believe that real relationships are built not on beautiful words, but on actions. When a man takes care of a woman, even in small things : brings her a cup of tea, helps her without asking, or just hugs her when she is sad, this is true love. I think happiness lies in these simple, sincere moments. I have a little morning ritual that helps me start the day with a smile. Every morning I open the curtains, let in the sunlight, watch it fall on my pillow, and say to myself in the mirror, "Good morning, Zarina." This It's a small thing, but it helps me remember that life is not only about worries and work, but also a lot of quiet joys. My mom taught me this when I was a kid. She said that if you start the day with good thoughts, it will be better. You can try it too. Smile at your reflection in the mirror this morning and wish yourself a good day. It may seem strange, but believe me, your mood changes almost instantly. Unfortunately, my lunch break is almost over, and it's time to get back to work. But I will definitely continue my story in the next one. the letter. There's so much I want to share about my childhood, the house where I grew up, and the memories that made me who I am today. Have a nice day. Best wishes, Zarina

Hi, Danny! I'm so glad you wrote to me again! I'm glad you shared your morning ritual and the basil story. "Silence" is a beautiful and symbolic name, as if it reflects the inner harmony we all strive for in one way or another. But you know, I wanted to say something frankly. I noticed you've been sending the same photo more than once. Maybe I'm missing something, but it seems a little odd. I always try to share something new every photo is lively, reflecting the mood of the day, something real, something of the present. But when you repeat the same thing, it's as if I lose the sense of the present moment. Maybe you just haven't noticed you're sending the same thing? Or is there a reason? It's important for me to understand, because I treat our communication with respect and attention to detail. And I also like the idea of ​​a virtual coffee chat. But maybe we can try to avoid all these calendar conflicts and just agree on a time, like normal people? Sometimes it's easier to just say, "I'm free" at this time. I'm glad you shared your thoughts so openly about the importance of being authentic. It's rare, and I appreciate that you can speak without pretense, calmly, and from the heart. I'm looking forward to seeing photos of your garden, but I hope this time it will truly be as fresh and new as an Austin morning. It always brightens my day, even on gray and stressful days. I hope my letters bring you joy too and don't tire you out too much. It's important to me that we both enjoy reading and writing to each other. I know my letters can be a bit long sometimes, but it's hard for me to stop once I start! Do you have friends in real life with whom you can easily communicate without worrying about awkward pauses? I find writing to you just as easy, comfortable, and very pleasant. Reading and replying to your letters makes me happy! That's a good sign, isn't it? In my last letter, I didn't have time to tell you everything about my family. I know you may be wondering why my father left if my mother really was so wonderful. It's no secret, but it's a sad story. After the collapse of the Soviet Union, everything changed. The collective farms began to decline, and my father, a tractor driver, began to earn very little. Gradually, he began drinking heavily. I was little, but I remember him coming home drunk... These memories are not pleasant. Eventually, he found another woman, spent time drinking with her, and left the family. He died a few years later of cirrhosis of the liver. I feel a little sorry for him, but I prefer to focus on the present and the future. Now, about my childhood and youth, as I promised! I was always an obedient daughter, a good student, and participated in many school competitions, especially in math. I played a lot of sports: skiing, cycling, and volleyball. Remember, I told you about that? I have a funny memory: I was skiing down a mountain, probably too fast, and fell into a deep snowdrift. I wasn't afraid of the fall, but I broke both skis! My mother was kind and never scolded me, but I couldn't afford to pay for new skis. So I made arrangements with my neighbors to shovel snow in their yards for money. I woke up at 5 a.m. and shoveled snow before and after school for almost two weeks! I was only 11, and that's how I earned my first money. I still remember how proud my mother was of me. My childhood wasn't easy, but I loved it. I loved my mother's hot pies with rice and meat, and the potato pancakes she baked in the oven. My mother is an excellent cook, and she passed on her love of cooking to me. That's why I love to cook too!

Danny, it's me again! I accidentally pressed the wrong button and sent you an unfinished letter! I hope you managed to read the first part, where I wrote about how much I love to cook. If not, please go back and reread it, okay? My mother shared so many of her recipes with me, and I tried to follow them hundreds of times, but I never got it right until she revealed her biggest secret! To cook deliciously, you don't have to be a Michelin-starred chef, you just need to cook with love for those you love. This is her simple signature recipe, isn't it wonderful? Yes, my mother is truly an amazing woman, and I love her sincerely. Oh! I just realized I haven't even told you her name. Her name is Lyubov. The name means "Love." Maybe that's why her heart is so full of love. Danny, I'd love to hear about your childhood memories too. Do you have any favorite childhood dishes? Or perhaps family traditions you cherish? By the way, my family has one special tradition, but I'll save that for another letter. I need to finish up and get back to work now, but I couldn't wait to send this to you! I look forward to your response! Yours, Zarina

Hello dear Danny!😊 Thank you so much for your letter and for the good mood you give me every time I read your words. Danny, I love your way of seeing the world without rushing, without unnecessary embellishments, simply observing and noticing details, like with that basil or the sunset. There's something very honest about it. You know, I was wondering if you could send me a new photo of yourself, not just a photo of the garden? It's not because I'm not interested in your basil on the contrary, it's almost become a staple of our emails. It's just that sometimes you want to see the person behind those words, the living expression on their face, the look in their eyes. I think that would bring our communication a little closer. You said you're not very spontaneous. But it's often in those small, spontaneous steps that something genuine is hidden. Maybe you'll try that? Not for the perfect shot, but just so I can see you as you are—no filters, no posing. I smiled when I read about your coffee with your assistant. It's a good habit to meet in person, even if there are more and more screens around. I think you're right: we really do deserve some peace and quiet and simple human connection. And I'm glad you feel calm when we text. The feeling is mutual. Sometimes we need so little to smile, right? Your letters have already become an important part of my day. Even when I’m very busy with work, I always find a moment to read you and write back. Today I greeted you with Hello, dear, Danny! it came out completely naturally, without thinking. I hope you don’t mind me calling you that? I feel that with every letter we are getting closer, and it makes me happy. Honestly, if we met in real life, it would probably be much harder for me to open up like this about my family and my childhood. But somehow, in our letters, I feel safe to share. You know, I was raised in quite a conservative way. My sister and I never drank or smoked, and even now I only occasionally enjoy a little red wine or champagne. We never touched drugs. Instead, we spent our childhood helping our mom: feeding pigs, ducks, chickens, and geese. Though I must confess I never dared to feed the geese! They always tried to pinch me, and I was a little scared of them. But the piglets loved me, especially one named Nyusha! She was always hungry and I often gave her my cakes instead of eating them myself. 😊 Did you have a favorite animal when you were a child? It’s funny when I write to you, I feel like I’m talking to an old friend whom I haven’t seen for a long time, sharing little stories and memories. Isn’t it strange and wonderful at the same time? Back to the topic of upbringing. While many of our classmates went to discos, my sister and I stayed home to study or help with housework. Nobody forced us we just watched our mom and wanted to follow her example. Even now I believe that parents should always be role models for their children. That’s why it’s so sad to see young mothers walking with babies while smoking or drinking beer. Children repeat what they see. Another role model for me was my aunt, my mother’s sister. Thanks to her, I decided to get a pedagogical education. To study at the university, I had to move from our village to Bishkek, about 110 kilometers away. My aunt used to live in Kyiv, but after the war started she moved to Moldova for safety and now works there as a tutor. By the way, I promised to tell you about our family tradition. Whenever my aunt visits Kyrgyzstan, we have a big family celebration! I don’t have a great voice, but I always sing along it’s such a warm and happy time together. My aunt is very dear to me, almost like a second mother. After my grandparents passed away , she even gave up part of her inheritance so that my sister and I could keep their old house. Later we sold it and, with the money plus a loan from the bank, I was able to buy my own apartment. I’m still paying off that loan, but at least I have my little home. Of course, living alone sometimes feels lonely. I watch TV or read to distract myself. Just yesterday I rewatched Forrest Gump. I’ve seen it several times already, but good movies never get old, right? Tonight, though, I plan something healthier I’ll go to the fitness center! And you, Danny, what are your plans for the evening? I’ll be waiting for your next letter with a smile. Warmly, Zarina 🌸

Hello dear Danny! 🌞 I was so glad to receive another letter from you! Danny, dear, I loved how you described the moment with coffee and silence. There's truly a special state in such simple things. It's not emptiness, but some kind of inner order. I understand why this ritual appeals to you. And yes, I'd love to see a photo, and you know I've written to you more than once. The story with your father and his words sounds truly wise. Such principles never go out of style. I think honesty isn't just about actions, but also about how a person behaves when no one is watching. Perhaps that's why you're drawn to simplicity and silence they don't require you to prove anything. A garden is very resilient, fragrant, and doesn't require much attention. Let your new project be the same, unhurried but with pleasure. If possible, take a photo when the greenery is just beginning to emerge, not when everything has already grown there's always a special beauty in the beginning. As for the time difference, yes, we are indeed in different time zones. I also appreciate our communication. There's no big words, simply because there's no artificiality. Everything is natural, and perhaps that's what gives it the feeling of a genuine dialogue. Say hi to your assistant. You know, I just thought about how lucky we are to live in the 21st century. Not so long ago people had to wait weeks, even months, for a letter to cross from one part of the world to another. And now it takes only a few seconds! Isn’t that amazing? The world has become so much more open, and I think it’s wonderful that people from different countries can get to know each other so easily. Sometimes I even imagine the future: maybe one day borders will disappear not only on the Internet, but also on the world map itself. Then we could visit each other without any obstacles. 😊 What do you think about borders between countries? Do we still need them, or would the world be better without them? I’d love to hear your opinion! Danny, I have to pause my letter now my colleague needs my help. But I’ll be back soon to continue, because I don’t want to leave you without more words from me. 😉

I’m here again sorry for the pause, I had to help a colleague and then urgently accept payment from a buyer. Sometimes customers don’t like to wait a single minute and can even be rude. Of course, we must stay polite I try never to enter into conflicts. From my experience, negative energy only provokes more negative energy, so I always try to meet people with understanding and a smile. There is so much cruelty in the world already; if we smile more often, the world would be a little kinder. 🙂 This morning on my way to work I saw a scary moment a motorist almost hit a woman at a pedestrian crossing because he was looking at his smartphone instead of the road. He jumped out and scolded her, though she was not to blame. Luckily the police were nearby, they calmed him down and he even got a fine. It worries me how many people are so absorbed in phones that they don’t notice what’s around them friends sitting in a café writing on their screens instead of talking, people not tasting their food because they’re glued to the display. I’m not against modern technology it makes life easier but I hope we don’t forget how to live in the real world. A few months ago my bag was snatched my smartphone, wages and apartment keys were inside. I reported it to the police and asked them to check the bus stop cameras, but they said the footage was too dark to recognize the thief. So I was left without phone, keys or money.My kind friend Natalya lent me money to pay the loan and buy food, and she even gave me her old Nokia 101 to use. I still have access to the cloud, so I can send you some old photos that were on my phone. I also changed the lock on my apartment door right away just to feel safer. Tell me, how is the situation with crime where you live? Is this kind of thing common, or is it mostly just happening here? Now a little lighter news: I realized I haven’t told you that my sister works at the post office in our village not in Bishkek. It’s about 110 kilometers from the city where I study and work. If we were sending letters in envelopes, she would be the one to bring them to me! Sometimes I visit them, and sometimes my mother and sister come to Bishkek. I think they would be surprised and happy if I told them about you. If I am happy, they are happy too. I can honestly say I’m glad I turned to the dating agency and wrote you that first letter. Please keep writing to me I’m waiting for your next message with a smile. Warmly, Zarina 🌸

Hello, my dear Danny! Thank you for your letter! I am very happy to read your answer again. Danny: I think little things like that from childhood stick in your memory precisely because there was something real, something alive in them. I already imagined the photo with the coffee you, the street, and that light pause between chores. Sometimes these moments are better than any staged photos. If we can do it tomorrow, of course, come. I liked that you mentioned digital boundaries. It's rare these days to see people truly trying to be with each other without a screen in between. Your wife's rule sounds wise. When dinner becomes a moment of communication, not just a pause between notifications, there's warmth in that. And you're right. Perhaps the world really is moving toward something more open. When you don't need to schedule a meeting just to be close. Although, to be honest, I think real meetings will still remain something special, something no text message can replace. You wrote at the end that you approached a man on the highway, and it stuck with me. There's something very human about that. Even if he didn't understand, your gesture still says a lot. In a world where everyone is hiding behind screens, such actions are a reminder that there are still people out there. I’ve already told you that your letters are becoming an important part of my day and now I can say it with confidence: they truly are! 😊 I always look forward to the moment when I can find a little free time to read your letter and write my reply. Sometimes I can’t answer right away I read your words first, and only later, when I have more time, I write my response. It’s not very convenient, but I really value our communication! I dream that one day we can simply sit across from each other, without any rush, and talk about everything face to face. I believe that day will come. Do you remember, in my last letter I wrote about borders between countries? Maybe one day they will disappear and the world will become one but who knows when that will happen. Yesterday, before going to bed, I was thinking again about what I wrote to you. The truth is, I never plan in advance what I’ll say in my letters. I just write what comes into my mind at the moment. I hope this doesn’t make it difficult for you to understand me. 😉 And then I thought maybe we sometimes build “borders” ourselves, even in simple things. But why should we? What if we just said “No borders!” and got on a plane to meet each other? 😊 Of course it sounds too easy, but if our relationship continues to grow and we feel we are right for each other, then meeting in real life would be the natural next step. I imagine how nice it would be to take walks together, look at the stars, or cook dinner side by side. Tell me, Danny, how romantic are you? What is romance for you? For some women, romance means a man in a tuxedo, flowers, a fancy restaurant with live music and dancing under the moon. It’s beautiful, of course, but I prefer something more simple and cozy watching a movie together while hugging, holding hands in the store, meeting me after work at the bus stop with an umbrella, or coming home to find candles and a homemade dinner waiting. These little things are the most romantic for me. 🌷 But enough dreams for now, let’s get back to reality. 😉 Tell me, how was your day? What are your plans for tonight? As for me, I planned to go to the gym, but my sister changed my plans and I’m glad! She’s coming to Bishkek and staying overnight with me. I already told you she works at the Post Office, and today she has a meeting at the main office. After work I’ll go to the store to buy something special for dinner. She doesn’t visit often, so I want to treat her. I’ll tell you in my next letter what I cooked and how we spent the evening! I’m sure we’ll talk a lot sisters always do. 😄 I’m curious how she’ll react when I tell her about you. I once told her that I was thinking about finding a man through the Internet, and she said it was a good idea and wished me luck. I’m sure she’ll be happy to know about you. I hope you don’t mind me telling her I could never keep such important news from my sister. We’ve always been very close and share everything with each other. And what about you, Danny? Do you have someone you can trust completely to tell about your joys and worries? Would you tell them about me? Today I will post a funny video from my boxing class. This is to make you smile a little!)) I’ll be waiting for your answer with a smile. Warmly, Zarina 🌸

Good day, my dear Danny! 🌸 How is your day going? How is your mood? Danny It's great that you remember that moment with the coffee and that you're trying to recreate that atmosphere in your garden. But honestly, I'm upset that you never sent the photo you mentioned. You promised to show it, and I was waiting. When promises aren't kept, it creates a feeling of incompleteness and is irritating. You were a bit mistaken about your sister. She lives in the countryside, not in the city. That's important to keep in mind. I understand that you're busy with city council, reports, and zoning laws, and that you value the simple things in life. But if you promise something specific, you have to keep it. I hope next time you actually send the photo. I’m in a wonderful mood today I feel such lightness in my movements, as if I could smile at the whole world! I wish everyone could forget about their worries for just a moment and smile at each other. And you,my dear, I hope you’re reading my letter with a smile right now. 😊 Danny, do you wonder why I’m in such a good mood today? Of course, I’ll tell you! But first, I want to confess: since we started writing to each other, I’ve been in a good mood almost every day. Each of your letters convinces me more and more that there is a man in this world who truly needs me. I’m so glad to see how our relationship is developing and the fact that we are even beginning to talk about meeting in reality makes me truly happy. I believe each person deserves happiness, and we are here to find it. Right now, we are building our happiness together. Yes, it’s only the foundation for now, but isn’t the foundation the most important part of any building? I don’t know much about construction about sand, water, and cement but I do know that honesty, trust, and understanding are the main ingredients we need for a strong relationship. Do you agree with me? Darling, I hope I’m not getting ahead of myself I just want to share my thoughts with you. Please know that I take you very seriously, not only in words but also in my actions. 💖 Do you remember, in my last letter I told you my sister was coming to Bishkek? Well, I didn’t hide anything from her I told her that I was the first to write to you and how wonderfully we are communicating now. She was very surprised, because usually I don’t take the first step with men. But she said she was happy that I decided to take my destiny into my own hands! It was very important for me to hear her support, and this is one of the reasons I feel so light and joyful today.I already told you that my sister hasn’t had the easiest time in her personal life… her husband even raised his hand against her in the past. She knows very well why I chose to look for a relationship on the Internet, and she sincerely wants me to be happy. She asked me to send you her greetings and to add Don’t ever hurt my sister! Please forgive her for this request. It doesn’t mean she doubts you, but she insisted that I write it. And I always keep my promises. 😉 By the way, I promised to tell you what I cooked for her dinner. At first, I thought about baking a cake with raspberry jam but that’s better for breakfast, not late evening (we women must take care of our figure, right? That’s why I go to the gym! 😄). Then I considered making chicken with mushrooms and potatoes, but mushrooms are too heavy for the stomach at night. Finally,I decided on fish with a seafood salad. My sister was delighted she loves fish just like I do. We even used to go fishing together in the past! She taught me how to put worms on the hook I didn’t like it at all, so I preferred corn or bread. It’s been about 2 years since I last went fishing, but I still remember everything. But enough daydreaming it’s time for me to get back to work! I need to prepare some urgent reports for the central office. I’ll be waiting for your reply with great anticipation. Write to me soon, my dear! Warmly, Zarina

Hello my dear Danny !!!! Finally, I can breathe easily and start writing to you! Danny, to be honest, I was really looking forward to you showing me that photo. I always try to share with you something real and genuine the moments that are happening to me right now. I want it to be reciprocal, for us to connect not just through words but also through those little details, the look through the camera, the atmosphere of your morning. That's what makes texting closer, right? I hope you find the photo in your cozy moments. It would be nice to feel like you genuinely wanted to show me a part of your world, and weren't just promising. I don't expect perfect shots; it's more important to me to see how you live than to just read about you. You mentioned that you'd tell someone you trust about us. That touched me. Such confessions don't just happen. I hope that person understands that you're filled with kindness and genuine sincerity. Just a moment ago, I sent the report to the central office that I mentioned in my last letter. Our branch director kept rushing me, which made me a little nervous. I do understand her the report was very important but that’s exactly why I couldn’t afford any mistakes. I checked everything several times, and I’m sure I did everything correctly, but still, I’m a little anxious! Now we just have to wait for the response from the central office. Hopefully, after that I’ll be able to take my legal day off and go to the village. I’ll ask my director about it! And now, tell me, how is your day going today? Are you all right? What did you do yesterday? As for me, after work yesterday I went to the gym. Usually, after a 12-hour working day I’m exhausted and don’t always have the strength to train properly, but yesterday I felt completely full of energy. I did all my exercises so well that my friend Natalya even asked me if I had really worked all day or if I’d been resting. She doesn’t know my little secret but you do. 😊 Darling, the truth is simple it’s all about you. Lately, I notice that you’re constantly in my thoughts. I wake up in the morning, make breakfast, and wonder what you’re having for yours. What is the weather outside your window? What did you dream about? On my way to work I imagine what you’ve planned for the day. I picture us having breakfast together, sharing our plans. At work, between customers, I wait for a quiet moment to read your letter or write you an answer. After work, when I see couples walking together through the city streets, I feel a little envious they can go to cafés, walk in the park, or watch a movie together. I feel sad when I imagine coming home, unlocking my door and being greeted only by silence.I know I’ll cook dinner just for myself again, watch TV or read a book alone again. Writing to you about this reminds me of a line from Ray Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine, where a woman speaks of loneliness I’ve been to Paris, Vienna, London and everywhere alone. And then it turned out that being alone in Paris is no better than being alone in Greentown, Illinois. It doesn’t matter where it matters that you’re alone. Danny, I haven’t been to Paris, Vienna, or London not even outside Kyrgyzstan but I completely understand her words. If we can’t share our journey, our emotions, our most delicious dinner with someone, everything loses its color. No one can watch a sunset alone for days in a row without wanting to share it. When an artist paints a sunset, he does it to share beauty with others. When a poet feels unrequited love, he writes poems that either become art or gather dust on a shelf. But enough of this, my dear I feel tears starting to come to my eyes! I don’t want you to think I’m too sentimental, but I’m a woman, and sometimes I cry at sad movies. I think men do too, don’t they? Tell me, what movie or book made you feel sad, or even cry? For example, I cried many times watching Titanic and Hachiko. Please forgive me if I got a little philosophical in this letter. Maybe it’s because I feel our relationship growing we are becoming closer in our hearts, even though physically we’re still far apart. I want to believe that one day the thousands of kilometers between us will turn into the distance of a single kiss, and we’ll be able to enjoy being together. I won’t hide that I often think about this especially at night, when thoughts of us as a couple keep me warm on cold, lonely evenings. But for me, the decision to meet is a very important step. Before I take it, I must be completely sure that the time has come. My Danny, forgive me, but I must finish this letter now because one of my colleagues needs my help. She seems lost without me, and I have to run to assist her! Today, I once again drifted from my story about the gym into reflections on loneliness. But I’m sure you understood what I meant that I trained well and was full of energy because you’ve become my motivation. Before, I wanted to look good just for myself. Now, I want to keep my shape to please you too. I hope your day will be full of happiness and success. I’ll be waiting for your reply! With warmth, Zarina 🌷

Hello my dear Danny !!!!! As always, I’m so happy to read your reply! Danny, I understand that it's important for you to convey moments, not snapshots, and perhaps that's the very real thing you're talking about. You said you didn't send a photo because it didn't exist, and I heard it. I won't ask again. If one day you want and deem it necessary, you can send it yourself. There are no demands and no deadlines. I was touched by the way you described your evening silence, the jasmine, the slightly tired light. It's in such ordinary details that you can best see the kind of person in front of you. They are honest. Unadorned. I appreciate that. And the fact that you remembered what you said about your sister is important. Her story is difficult, and I didn't tell it out of pity; it's just that sometimes people from the past pass by us longer than we'd like. I also want to say that I was particularly touched by your words about telling someone about us. Not out of demonstrativeness, but because I felt it was important. Sometimes people say things like that to impress. But you have no pose about it. And it's noticeable. I’ll confess, I felt a little nervous after sending you such an open and honest letter. I kept wondering how you would react to my words about believing that the distance between us could one day shrink to just one kiss. Part of me thought I’d been too bold to write it but on the other hand, why should I hide what I feel? In any case, I’m very glad I shared my dream of meeting you. Of course, it’s not easy to organize something like this, but if we both truly want it, I believe that even life itself will help us. Thoughts have a way of becoming reality, don’t they? Do you also believe that if you truly want something, you can make it real? Of course, I can’t turn into a bird and fly to you we’re not in Harry Potter’s world with magic wands to work miracles but we can do what millions of other people do every day: travel from one country to another. Right? My dear, meeting you would be a very serious step for me. This isn’t just an adventure, but something that could change our whole future. That’s why I want to speak with my mom about it first. Of course, I’m already an adult woman with my own opinions and the right to make my own decisions, but out of love and respect for my mother, I want to talk to her before I begin planning our meeting. Danny, By the way, my boss told me today that tomorrow I’ll have a day off, so after work tonight I’ll go to the village to see my mom and sister! And I needn’t have worried about the report my boss said I did everything perfectly and even praised me for it. That made me so happy! As for my mom, please don’t worry about how she’ll react to hearing about you. I’m sure my sister has already mentioned you, so it won’t be a surprise. My mom is very kind and will never stand in the way of my happiness. I’m sure she’ll even send me back with jars of jam, pickled cucumbers and tomatoes so I can treat you when we meet. 😊 She’s very practical and taught us to be good homemakers. I’ve already told you that she taught me to cook, but that’s not all I also know how to sew, knit, saw wood, hammer nails, and even use a drill and a scythe! All of this because we grew up without a father. But please don’t think I’m advertising myself I just wanted to share a few warm words about my mom. My Danny, I have to close this letter now. Tonight after work I’ll be traveling to the village to visit my mom and sister. There’s no internet or computer there, so I won’t be able to write to you while I’m away, but don’t worry I’ll be back at work, and the first thing I’ll do is write to you. Please don’t lose me if my reply is a little late. BUT be sure to write to me as soon as you read this letter! I'll be glad to see your answer when I get back from the village!! In my thoughts, I’ll be with you! By the way, I'm sending another photo with my mom today! And photo with my aunt! I wrote to you about my aunt. We took this photo the last time she visited us. Wishing you a wonderful day and a beautiful mood. Hugs and kisses, Zarina 🌸

I won't write to you anymore. Good luck in your search. You missed out on your happiness and love. I'm so sorry I believed you, trusted you. I'm so sorry you can't hear me, and I see that for you, this is all a game and we're not on the same path. I'm very disappointed.