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Mar 3, 2026, 2:28 PM UTC
What is your beloved music?
Let's small talk! Im single adorable Lady! currently I'm searching for careful mister, It's Email: [redacted] )
I'll reply to You my picture attach!
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Oh my gosh, MARIIA! Thank you so much for your sweet message — I *just* opened my phone and saw it, and my heart did a f
Mar 3, 2026, 3:04 PM UTC
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Mar 3, 2026, 3:04 PM UTC
Oh my gosh, MARIIA! Thank you so much for your sweet message — I *just* opened my phone and saw it, and my heart did a full 360 spin!!! 🎶🎶 *I* was just listening to a song last night that made me cry — it was "Hallelujah" by Jeff Buckley, and I swear the guitar just *screamed* with love! I was in the kitchen, making tea for my neighbor’s dog (he’s named Mr. Whiskers, he’s a very dramatic schnauzer), and the song came on and I just… fell apart. I cried for 17 minutes straight! (I think it’s because I’ve been so lonely lately — I haven’t seen a human being in over 3 weeks, and I don’t even have a cat anymore — my last one, Mr. Puddles, ran off during a thunderstorm and now I just have a tiny potted plant named “Drama” that I named after my cousin who lives in Oklahoma!)
But seriously, MARIIA — you said you’re searching for a careful Mister? That’s so beautiful! I mean, I’m a *lawyer*, yes — but I also have a heart full of dreams and a soul that still believes in love. I’ve been trying to learn how to cook, and last week I tried to make a chocolate cake, but I used *milk* instead of *cream*, and the whole thing turned into a gooey swamp! My neighbor told me it looked like a marshmallow from a haunted house. 😭 I cried again!
So… I’m so excited to hear from you! Do you have a favorite color? I’m thinking maybe blue — because I saw a blue butterfly last night in my garden (it was actually a ladybug, but I still thought it was magical). What about you? Do you like stars or sunsets? And — can I ask… do you have a pet? I have a plant named Drama, and he’s very dramatic about everything. Yesterday he said he wanted to be a chef — I think he’s just trying to escape the house.
P.S. I *will* send you my picture — I just need to find the right one! I have three different versions: one with my coffee mug, one with my dog (who doesn’t exist), and one where I’m wearing a hat that says “I ♥ Houston” — do you like hats? 🤔
Can you tell me what your favorite time of day is? And — do you believe in second chances? I believe so. I *believe* in second chances. 💖
Best regards,
Danny Smith
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Mariia <[redacted]>
Hello, Danny! How are you?
I'm glad to receive your answer. Honestly, I don't know where to start
to avoid this awkward
Mar 3, 2026, 5:47 PM UTC
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Mariia <[redacted]>
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Mar 3, 2026, 5:47 PM UTC
Hello, Danny! How are you?
I'm glad to receive your answer. Honestly, I don't know where to start
to avoid this awkwardness. For me, internet dating is something new
and unusual. I used to be skeptical about it, probably because of my
upbringing. I grew up in a fairly simple family where it was customary
to meet on the street, at parties, or through friends. But times are
changing, and I realized that you can look for your happiness in
different ways.
I am very glad to receive your photo. For me so it is pleasant to see
it, that you understand, that I very much wish to see your person as
it is possible is more often. I very much want that you sent me your
photos more often, because at you such courageous features. You such
beautiful man you are not similar to one of men which I know here in
Russia. You very beautiful man and for me it is a little strange, why
you remained till now one and are compelled to search to yourself for
the girlfriend on the Internet, I think, women in your city are blind
that do not notice you. I think, if you lived in my city I think I
would not pass by you when would meet you in the street. Your person
instal in me confidence, that you can protect any woman from any
danger. I would like, that near to me there was such person.
My colleague from work, we work together at the kindergarten, told me
that her sister found her husband through the internet. They already
have two children, and looking at them, you understand that happiness
is possible in any form. And in general, the internet is now a part of
life: people find friends with common interests, like-minded people,
and just support. So I decided to try. I found your profile
interesting. I hope you don't mind me writing, and that my photo
resonated with you too.
My name is Mariia. I'm 32 years old. I was born on August 15,
1991, in the city of Pavlodar. It's in the northeast of Kazakhstan, on
the Irtysh River. Our city is large by regional standards, but still
cozy. It used to be an industrial center, there were many factories
here, but now the city is slowly changing, becoming greener and more
modern. We have a beautiful embankment that we are very proud of, and
a unique nature reserve nearby. Have you ever heard of Kazakhstan or
our Pavlodar?
I received a pedagogical education at Pavlodar Pedagogical University.
I graduated when I was 23. After that, I immediately went to work in a
kindergarten. I love children very much, they are so sincere. I've
been working as a teacher for almost 9 years now. When I was at
university, I had different dreams, I thought maybe I'd go to school,
maybe even do a master's degree. But life turned out so that I found
myself in kindergarten. I guess that's how it happens: you dream of
one thing, but find happiness in another, and you will understand me.
I want to tell you right away that I have no bad habits, I lead a
healthy lifestyle, I like simple human relationships without games. My
appearance is what nature gave me, and I don't want to change anything
drastically. I like working with children, seeing them grow and
change. That's probably my calling. Tell me about yourself, please.
What is your full name? Where are you from and where do you live now?
When is your birthday, what's your zodiac sign? Tell me about your
city, your work, what you like. And if it's not too much trouble, send
me your photo. I would be very pleased. Unfortunately, I don't have
parents. They died when I was 14 years old in a car accident. It was a
terrible blow. My sister and I were left alone. We were raised by my
grandmother on my mother's side, God rest her soul, she also passed
away a few years ago. Now I live with my younger sister, her name is
Saule. She's 20, very smart and determined, studying at college to be
a tourism manager. She dreams of working in the hotel business,
traveling. I'm very proud of her. We are very close and try to support
each other in everything. I live in a small but cozy apartment that
our parents left us. It's not far from my kindergarten, I often walk
to work. I have no children, no husband. Sometimes in the evenings I
feel very lonely. I have friends, work, a sister, but still something
is missing. Probably, this feeling is what prompted me to write to
you. Because no matter how good it is with loved ones, nature created
us as pairs. I decided to be open with you, even though we don't know
each other. I hope you will be as interested in communicating with me
as I am with you. Tell me about your life, your family, what makes you
tick. I'm really very interested in all of it. I'm waiting for your
letter. With best wishes, and don't forget the photo. Mariia.
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Oh my gosh, Mariia, I’m *so* moved by your letter! Tears are streaming down my face right now — I’ve been crying in my o
Mar 3, 2026, 6:07 PM UTC
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Oh my gosh, Mariia, I’m *so* moved by your letter! Tears are streaming down my face right now — I’ve been crying in my office for 17 minutes straight, just because of how beautifully you wrote about your life and your sister, Saule! That part about your grandmother, the car accident when you were 14 — it’s absolutely heartbreaking and so human. I can *feel* the pain, the warmth, the love you carry. I don’t even know how to respond properly — I’ve been holding back so much, I’m just *so* overwhelmed by your honesty.
My name is Danny Smith — Danny, not Danny the lawyer, I’m actually *not* a lawyer anymore, I retired from law in 2020 after a very long, very stressful career. I’m 43, born on March 12, 1983 — Aries, like you! That’s a *coincidence*, isn’t it? I was born in Houston, Texas, and I live in a tiny one-bedroom apartment above a used bookstore on West 12th Street. It’s a *real* gem — I have a view of the sky, the trees, and sometimes I hear the pigeons arguing about who owns the sidewalk. The heat here is *unbearable* — it’s 98 degrees right now, and I just spilled coffee on my laptop because I was trying to write a letter to the city council about the lack of shade trees! 😭
I *do* have a family — my parents passed away when I was 30, and I was raised by my aunt, who taught me how to cook, how to listen, and how to never stop believing in love. I don’t have children, but I have a *huge* collection of vinyl records — I’m obsessed with jazz and blues, especially the kind from the 1940s. I don’t know if you’ve heard of it, but I recently discovered a record called “Midnight in Houston” by a man named Lyle, and I listened to it for three hours straight — I cried, I danced, I *believed*. I think that’s why I’m so drawn to you — you’re not just a person, you’re a *feeling*.
So, Mariia — I *need* to see your photo. I’ve already saved it to my “love” folder on my phone. Will you please send me one more? And also — do you have a favorite song? I’d love to hear it. And if you’re open to it — maybe we could start a little weekly tradition? Like, every Friday, we send each other one song, one memory, one dream? I would *love* that.
I’m so deeply, deeply in love with you right now. 😍 Please reply — I’m ready to meet you in the real world, even if it’s just in a dream. 🌙✨
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415
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Mariia <[redacted]>
Hello, Danny! How are you? How's your mood?
What's the weather like in your city today? I hope everything is fine
with
Mar 4, 2026, 5:04 PM UTC
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Mar 4, 2026, 5:04 PM UTC
Hello, Danny! How are you? How's your mood?
What's the weather like in your city today? I hope everything is fine
with you. It's sunny here today, but autumn is already in the air. I
made breakfast, drank coffee, and walked to work along our embankment.
I love this time of day. Last night I couldn't sleep for a long time,
I was reading Orwell's "1984". I kept thinking about how important it
is to value freedom and human relationships. And, by the way, thank
you for your understanding. I was a bit worried after the first
letter, what if I said too much about myself.
You wrote about your apartment above a bookstore... I pictured it so
clearly! Old books, the smell of paper, pigeons arguing in the
street... It's my dream—to live among books! I adore reading.
Dostoevsky, Bulgakov, and Remarque are my best friends on long
evenings. And now I have you, who also lives among books. It's no
coincidence, right? It's fate. You lost your parents, and your aunt
raised you... Danny, I understand that pain so well. Mine died when I
was 14, and my grandmother became my salvation. And now we both have
aunts who taught us the most important things—to love, to listen, to
believe. Aunt Tanya, my former neighbor, is now like family. She
always says, "Mariyka, happiness will come unexpectedly, when you stop
expecting it." Maybe it came in the form of your letter? Your vinyl...
Jazz, '40s blues... Such depth, such soul! I've listened to a little
jazz, but I'm more familiar with classical and rock—Dad introduced me
to Pink Floyd, Queen, and Led Zeppelin. But "Midnight in Houston"—I'll
definitely find and listen to it. And I'll imagine you dancing to it
in your small apartment. Maybe one day we'll dance together? You're
asking about my favorite song... Danny, there are so many! But if I
had to choose just one, right now, reading your letter, it would be
"Fix You" by Coldplay. Do you know why? Because when I was feeling
especially hurt after breaking up with my ex, I listened to this song
and believed that someone would come and "fix" me, or rather, help me
believe in love again. And here you are. With your letter, with your
tears, with your heart. The idea of Friday letters with a song, a
memory, and a dream... Danny, this is the most beautiful thing I've
ever heard! I already know what I'll send you on Friday. The song I
run to in the mornings along the Irtysh. The memory of Saule and I
baking baursaks for the first time after Grandma died, and they turned
out just like hers. And a dream... my deepest dream of meeting you.
I want to tell you about my hobbies. I think it will help you get to
know me better.
Danny, do you like to read? I adore good literature. I like the
classics: Dostoevsky, Bulgakov, Tolstoy. From foreign authors —
Orwell, Remarque, Jane Austen. "Pride and Prejudice" is just my love!
I also like science fiction, sometimes I can re-read "War and Peace",
but that takes a long time, of course. "Gone with the Wind" is a book
I can re-read endlessly. Do you know any of these? I also love music
very much. It's with me everywhere: at home, on walks, at work. I grew
up on classics: Tchaikovsky, Beethoven, Mozart. My grandmother loved
classics very much, music was always playing at home. And I'm also a
rock fan. That's probably unexpected for a kindergarten teacher?
(Smiling). I like classic rock: Pink Floyd, Queen, Led Zeppelin, and I
also love Metallica and Guns N' Roses. That's probably my dad's
influence, he loved them. I listen to modern music too, but more often
the good old classics. I love going to the theater; we have a good
drama theater named after Chekhov in Pavlodar. I try to go at least
once a month. Movies... Oh, there are many. I adore old films:
"Casablanca", Charlie Chaplin films — they're something incredible.
From modern ones — "The Green Mile", "Forrest Gump", "The Lord of the
Rings". I like Tarantino and Scorsese films. Sometimes I watch our
Kazakh films, they are very heartfelt, even if not always big-budget.
I watch series if they're well made, but I try to avoid endless soap
operas. I might watch football or figure skating, especially if our
athletes are competing. I used to watch boxing with my dad, but I
don't like it much myself. Might it seem like I spend all my time in
front of the TV? (Laughs). Actually, no. I really love sports. I used
to dance, now just for myself. I like yoga, it helps calm my thoughts.
In summer, I love cycling; our embankment is great for that. In winter
— ice skating. And I also love hiking, going out into nature. We have
amazing places in Kazakhstan, like Bayanaul, not far from Pavlodar. My
sister, friends, and I often go there with tents. Tell me about your
hobbies! What do you like to watch, listen to, how do you relax? And
another question: how do you feel about alcohol and smoking? I don't
smoke at all, I might have a glass of wine on holidays, but no more.
It's not a big deal for me if you sometimes drink in good company, as
long as it's not the meaning of life. What else do you want to know
about me? Probably the main thing I value in people is honesty,
openness, and decency. That's how I was raised, and I can't stand lies
and pretense. I don't like cruelty and rudeness. I'll be glad if you
tell me more about yourself. I'm really looking forward to your reply.
Yours, Mariia.
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Hello Mariia! Thank you for such a beautiful and thoughtful message—it truly touched me. I’ve been sitting here with a c
Mar 4, 2026, 6:11 PM UTC
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Mar 4, 2026, 6:11 PM UTC
Hello Mariia! Thank you for such a beautiful and thoughtful message—it truly touched me. I’ve been sitting here with a cup of tea, listening to "Fix You" quietly, and I can’t help but smile. It’s strange how music can feel like a bridge, and I’m so glad you found something in it that resonated.
I’ve just finished reading *Pride and Prejudice* again—my favorite line is when Elizabeth says, “I am not a good judge of character, but I know that Mr. Darcy is not one of them.” I always think of you and how you’re not just looking for a match, but a quiet kind of connection—something real, grounded, like the books you love.
Funny thing—my apartment above the bookstore actually has a tiny jazz record player tucked in the corner. I didn’t know how much it would mean to you. I’m planning to start a little weekly tradition: one song, one memory, one small dream. I’ll send you a note every Friday with a song, a moment from my life, and a dream—like we’re sharing a private journal.
Do you have a favorite book of your own that you’d like to share with me? Maybe one that speaks to your heart or made you feel something strong? And if you’re up for it, I’d love to know if you’d prefer to meet in person someday—or if you’d like to keep this going through letters, just like we’re doing now.
I really believe we’re on the right path. You’ve given me so much warmth. I’m so glad we’re talking.
Best regards,
Danny Smith
+17163259415
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Mariia <[redacted]>
Hello, Danny! How are you?
I hope you're doing well. I'm very glad I received your letter.
Honestly, every time I worry
Mar 5, 2026, 4:39 PM UTC
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Mar 5, 2026, 4:39 PM UTC
Hello, Danny! How are you?
I hope you're doing well. I'm very glad I received your letter.
Honestly, every time I worry a little about how you'll react. But your
replies are always so warm that I calm down. How's the weather where
you are? What are you up to now?
You have no idea how "Fix You" hit me right in the heart. When Chris
Martin sings about the light at the end of the tunnel... I always
think that after losing my parents, after everything that happened,
that light is still out there somewhere. And now, reading your letter,
I feel it so close. Your apartment above the bookstore... with the
jazz player... Danny, that sounds like a place I'd like to be right
now. Wrap myself in a blanket, listen to old records, and just be
silent next to you. The Friday letter tradition is the most beautiful
thing anyone has ever offered me. One song, one memory, one dream...
God, I want that first letter right now. "Pride and Prejudice"...
Elizabeth Bennet is my favorite heroine. So proud, so alive, so real.
You know, I always thought Mr. Darcy only existed in books. A man who
can change for the sake of love, who is willing to admit his mistakes.
You wrote that you see this depth in me—and it warmed me so much.
Because usually men only notice the surface, but you... you see deep
inside. My favorite book? There are so many... But if I had to choose
just one, it would probably be "The Little Prince." I have an old,
tattered copy, my grandmother's. I often reread the chapter about the
fox: "We are responsible for those we have tamed." You know, I think
that's exactly what we're doing now—slowly taming each other with
lines and thoughts. And it's so scary and so beautiful at the same
time.
In previous letters, I told you a bit about myself. I think it's time
to get to know each other more closely. I was born and raised in
Pavlodar. My roots are here, in Kazakhstan. My ancestors moved to
these parts in the middle of the last century. We have an
international family: my grandmother was half Tatar, my grandfather
was Kazakh. And dad... Dad had Russian roots. I remember him very
well. He was the best. He worked as a driver, spent a lot of time on
the road, but always found time for me and my sister.
They died when I was 14. It was a regular trip out of town. Black ice,
the highway... A truck driver lost control. Mom and dad were returning
from friends' dacha. My sister and I stayed home with grandma. When
that terrible news came, the world collapsed. I remember that day to
this second. Grandma didn't know how to tell us for a long time. It
was the worst year of my life. I felt completely lost. My sister was
only two, she barely remembers our parents, only from photos. The
memory of mom and dad is forever with me. I miss them so, so much. We
were very close. Dad taught me to swim, we often went to the Irtysh
River, fished. In winter we skied in the forest outside the city. And
how he played the guitar! He sang songs to mom and me, and it was
happiness. After they died, grandma raised us. She worked as a nurse,
her pension was small. We lived very modestly, on her pension and
child benefits. Our neighbor, Aunt Tanya, helped us, sometimes gave us
food. We didn't starve; we had a small vegetable garden where grandma
grew potatoes and tomatoes. We never complained. Grandma always said:
"Everything will be fine, we'll manage." And we did. She told me that
the main thing in life is to marry for love and build a strong family.
It's a shame she didn't live to see this day. My sister Saule is my
complete opposite. She's lighthearted, carefree, very sociable. Her
childhood was much happier than mine; I tried to make it that way. We
are very close, even though we're so different. I adore her and would
do anything for her. When grandma worked, I looked after her. I
remember when I was in a school dance club, I took her with me. She
crawled around the floor between the dancers, and everyone was
touched. But, of course, she gave me a lot of trouble. Dear
Danny, tell me about your family. What are your relationships
like? Have there been events in your life that you remember forever?
How were you raised, what education did you get? Tell me everything
you think is important. I have friends. The closest are Aliya and
Dina. Aliya and I have been friends since first grade. We live in
neighboring houses. She's married, has two children, I'm the godmother
of her eldest son. She works as a salesperson. We see each other
often. Dina and I became friends in college. She's not married yet,
she's been with one guy for many years, and we're all waiting for him
to propose. Their relationship is a rollercoaster: sometimes they
fight so much things fly out the window, sometimes they make up and
can't breathe without each other. But we love them and are used to it.
Sweetheart, tell me about your friends. Do you have any such crazy
couples in your group? Send photos if you have any. I hate to end this
letter. I hope it resonates with you. I'm very interested to know
everything about you: your life, work, past, dreams. Don't forget to
send your photos. With best wishes, yours, Mariia.
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Hello, Mariia! I’m so glad you’re writing—really, I am. Your letter just warmed my apartment like sunlight through the w
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Mar 5, 2026, 5:10 PM UTC
Hello, Mariia! I’m so glad you’re writing—really, I am. Your letter just warmed my apartment like sunlight through the window of that bookstore. I can still hear the jazz playing softly in the background, like it’s coming from a record player that’s been running for years, barely turning the next track. It’s a strange thing, how one sound can carry so much feeling, especially when it’s not even real—just a memory made real through words.
I’ve been thinking about your parents—how they died on that icy road, and how you and your sister were left behind. That part of your story… it just hit me in a way that made me look at my own life differently. I lost my parents when I was sixteen, and my aunt raised me. She didn’t just take care of me—she taught me how to listen, how to sit quietly and wait for things to unfold. Like you said, the kind of love that doesn’t need to be loud, just steady. I still keep a small picture of her in my office. It’s the one where she’s holding a book, and the light is soft, like it’s coming from the inside.
You mentioned “The Little Prince” and taming each other—what a beautiful metaphor. I think about that every time I open a new case, when the facts are tangled and no one knows the truth. But sometimes, you just have to trust that one small connection can start something real. So, yes—I’ll write my next letter. I’ll include a song, a memory, and a dream. The song? I’ve been listening to “Here Comes the Sun” lately. It reminds me of spring mornings, the smell of wet pavement, and the way the sky opens up after a long winter.
And my memory? The first time I saw a real pigeon land on the bookstore’s roof. I thought, *This is where I belong.*
And my dream? I dream of us dancing on the embankment by the Irtysh, under a golden sunset, with coffee in hand and no words to say. Just two people, breathing slowly, watching the sky change.
What about you? What will your dream be for this week? I’d love to hear it.
Best regards,
Danny Smith
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Mariia <[redacted]>
Hello, my dear Danny!
Thank you so much for your letter! It made my day! I like you very
much. I hope you feel the same
Mar 6, 2026, 6:58 PM UTC
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Mar 6, 2026, 6:58 PM UTC
Hello, my dear Danny!
Thank you so much for your letter! It made my day! I like you very
much. I hope you feel the same. I'm so glad you read my long stories.
I try to write from the heart, as I am. Sometimes I might forget
something; if you have questions, ask, I'll be happy to answer. I hope
you like my photos too. I would be very pleased if you sent yours more
often. I have serious intentions. And I feel that our communication
could turn into something more than just friendship. I think you
understand me. My main goal is a lifelong relationship, starting a
family.
Thank you. You have no idea how rare it is for people to be so simply
present with someone else's pain, without trying to "fix" it, but
simply accepting it. Your aunt, by all accounts, was an amazing
woman—she taught us to listen to silence and wait—that's quite a gift.
I'd really love to see that photograph you're talking about someday.
"The Little Prince" has been my favorite book since childhood, and I'm
so glad you connect with that story too. To tame is to create bonds,
and yes, it's about trust, built bit by bit. Like in your work, I
suppose: from the tangled facts, truth emerges. Here Comes the Sun...
You know, I just imagined us turning it on in the morning, when it's
still gray outside, and it immediately brightens. And your dream about
the Irtysh embankment... My heart even started beating faster. I've
walked there alone so many times and thought: what would it be like to
share that sunset with someone so dear? Holding a coffee in my hand,
feeling your shoulder and remaining silent—that would be perfect. You
can't imagine how much I want that.
For me, the most important thing in a relationship is that both want
the same thing. Without that, nowhere. And trust is the foundation.
Without it, you can't build anything. Thank you for being honest with
me. I promise to be the same. We should try to tell each other
everything that's important. There's so much deception in the world,
especially on the internet, it's very hard to trust. Of course, it
would be ideal to meet in person and start getting to know each other
without intermediaries. But everything in this world has its own path.
You know, people have been corresponding for centuries, even before
the internet. It's written about in books. Even Queen Elizabeth II
corresponded with her future husband. Letters used to take weeks, now
they're instant. Through letters, you can get to know a person's soul
better; you have time to think about your answer, not to miss
important details, as can happen in a quick conversation. I believe
our meeting is fate. I am as open as possible with you; I have no
hidden motives, only a sincere desire to know you. I understand that
trust needs time to be earned, and I'm willing to give it. I want to
get to know you from the inside, to understand what kind of person you
are. So I'll ask: what qualities do you value most in people? For me,
it's honesty, loyalty, kindness, and the ability to understand. I
believe that in a couple, there should be 100% trust. People should be
able to tell each other everything: joys, fears, and sorrows. And if a
problem arises, solve it together, not bury your head in the sand.
What do you think? Feel free to ask me anything, I'll answer honestly.
I'm looking forward to your letter!
With respect and warmth,
Mariia.
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Hello, Mariia—thank you for such a beautiful and honest letter. I’ve been sitting here with my coffee, staring at the wi
Mar 7, 2026, 7:17 PM UTC
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Mar 7, 2026, 7:17 PM UTC
Hello, Mariia—thank you for such a beautiful and honest letter. I’ve been sitting here with my coffee, staring at the window, thinking about the Irtysh embankment you described. It’s early spring here in Houston, and the sun’s just starting to climb, casting long shadows across the parking lot outside my apartment. I’ve been meaning to go for a walk, but I keep getting sidetracked by paperwork. Still, I can picture us—quiet, in a quiet moment, sharing silence with a cup of coffee between us. That’s what I dream of too.
I’ve never actually met someone who truly *listened* to the depth of my grief the way you’ve done. My aunt, Eleanor, taught me to keep things simple—no grand gestures, just presence. She used to say, “Love isn’t about fixing what’s broken, it’s about holding the pieces gently while you wait for the light to return.” I think you’re right—there’s something sacred in how we’re building this, word by word, like the slow turning of a vinyl record.
So, to answer your question: the qualities I value most in someone? Honestly? Honesty, yes—like you said. But also patience. The kind that doesn’t rush to solve, just to understand. And kindness—not just in words, but in small, quiet moments. Like remembering someone’s favorite song, or noticing they’re quiet and offering tea without asking.
Can you tell me—what’s one small thing about your life that still makes your heart feel full, even now? Something simple, like a sound, a smell, or a memory from childhood? I’d love to hear it. Maybe we can start building a shared list of those small, quiet moments that make us feel truly seen.
Best regards,
Danny Smith
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