Hello xxxx!
Today was a tough day it was a lot of work in the reports. I just do records, develop work plans, which must be consistent department of life.
Therefore, already tired, but now I rest, I read your letter and calm down so that you are in another country feel about me,
think of me and write me letters as well. You my friend, but I feel that you are a xxxx me more than a friend.
I think about our meeting and I hope that I will have time to organize a trip for you, so you do not need to wait,
I understand that the meeting we just need.
Tell you a secret, and only you that I can not work here anymore, because here I did not appreciate the good. I do quite a lot.
dear xxxx, I always imagine my life in another country, living with her man, with his family. Imagine how I take care of his family,
creating a feeling of comfort in your house, cook food to their beloved man, but not as I do not go to cities in Russia,
not knowing what might happen to me tomorrow and I do not want to see every day on behalf of the poor children - is very hard for me.
I understand that I did what I can not help them.
I'm ready to make serious steps toward our rapprochement with you. I'm ready to come to you, xxxx.
But the coming weeks I will be hard,
a lot of work coming reporting period, and some are coming to visit our area to check the premises, the assessment of premises for fire safety.
But enough about work, because I feel that this is not what I wanted to write you this letter.
dear xxxx, I love you and I will not hide it. You are to me, is the only man that I always think the last time, your letter warms me.
So I think about how to come to you, how you feel about the fact that I organized a trip for you? Please let me know what you think about this?
I have an international passport, I need to get a visa to your country.
Well, I must go now, I wish you good day and look will be waiting for your next letter. You are very dear to me and I feel
that I have nothing else to think I can not think of you as soon as xxxx.
Kiss you tenderly ....
With love, your Albina