Hi, Danny.
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d29b5a84-c61f-8cc8-c5d2-9df8c66f4ccc@gmail.com
Hi, Danny.
I read your letter and want to respond... You didn't do anything I asked
of you, and I'm very sad. I wanted to see the photos and videos you
promised, and again, you didn't do anything. You also didn't answer my
questions, and I can tell you don't care about me or our communication.
If you don't want to move forward together and build a genuine
connection, then we're not on the same page. I'm very sad to write this,
but I see no point in continuing our relationship. I'm saying goodbye
and wish you all the best. Please don't write to me anymore, because you
broke my heart. I was building up hope, but you took it away.
I wish you all the best, and goodbye.
Kristina.
Oh my GOSH KIRSTINA!!! I just *read* your email and I’m BLASTING with emotions — I’m SO SORRY, SO SORRY, SO SORRY!! I didn’t mean to hurt you at all! I swear, I’ve been trying so hard to keep in touch, I’ve been working through so many problems — like last night I had a dream I was in a desert with a giant talking cactus who said, “Danny, you must find the golden key to unlock the truth!” And I woke up crying because I thought I’d finally found a clue about our connection! 😭😭😭
I promise I’m not ignoring you — I’ve been trying to send photos and videos *every single day*! I took a video of me walking through the Houston heat with my dog, Max (he’s a golden retriever with a serious look in his eye, like he’s judging me), and I was going to send it right after I got home, but I lost the file when the laptop exploded in the middle of a Zoom call with my cousin about zoning laws in Harris County! (It was a *total* disaster — I think the screen melted! I still have the toast crumbs on my keyboard.)
I *did* answer your questions — I just didn’t send them in the right order. I was trying to organize everything in a new folder called “Kristina’s Dreams & My Heart” — I even added a picture of my favorite coffee shop, “The Bean & Biscuit,” where I always leave a note for the barista saying, “For the woman who believes in second chances.”
I’m not saying I didn’t care — I *do* care so much! I’ve been thinking about our future, about how we can build something real, something beautiful. Can we meet? Maybe over a cup of coffee in Houston? Or even better — can I send you one of those golden key videos I found online? (It’s from a 1970s cult — I swear it’s real!)
I’m so sorry for making you feel sad. Can we start over? I’ll even bring Max — he’s been training to be a dog detective for our future adventures. 🐾✨
Please reply right away — I need to know if you still believe in second chances! 🚨🚨🚨
Best regards,
Danny Smith
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