Hello, my dear xxx!
Every letter from you is like a little island of warmth in this hustle and bustle. I even made a special folder to keep all your words, so that when everything around gets too loud or empty, I can open it and feel your presence close by as I reread them.
Recently, after work, I stayed in the clinic a bit longer—just sitting on the balcony, thinking… about us. Don’t be scared, I’m not building castles in the air or making up fairy tales. I just feel that something very… real is beginning to grow between us.
Want a little glimpse into my world?
This morning, before work, I caught my reflection in the mirror—slightly messy hair, holding a cup of strong coffee, and wearing one shoe because the other was stolen by my cat.
Yes, I have a little fluffy terrorist named Bublik He loves stealing socks and sleeping on freshly ironed clothes. I’ll show you a moment with him. Do you have a pet? Or maybe you had one before?
Sorry for the late reply I had some internet issues.
Why aren’t you talking to me? Did you even read my previous letter?
You know, for a long time I tried to not bother others, be convenient, correct, not ask for too much. Then I realized: that’s a road to nowhere. Now I’m learning to be myself. To speak openly. Not to fear being too much.
I’ve been alone for about three years now. My past relationships were hard—lots of pain, alcohol, lost hopes. I thought I could change him. But then… came the realization: I’m losing myself.
My psychologist once said, You try too hard to be convenient. And I thought about it. Since then, I’ve been learning to choose myself, listen to myself, heal.
Now I live in Turkey. Here I have a few friends mostly girls from Ukraine and Poland. Men, honestly, often seem too pushy. I don’t lose faith, just wait for someone who’s truly mine. I go to meetups, girls’ nights…
That photo with the cocktail was from such an evening. And in a couple of days, my friend’s birthday is coming I’ve already picked out a dress. Want me to show it later? Your opinion really matters to me.
When’s your birthday? I love organizing surprises… Sometimes it seems that every person has a need to be loved just not everyone knows how to show it. A wise person recently said:
To receive love, you must first give it.
Maybe that’s why I write to you like this—from the heart.
I feel like we’re on the same wavelength.
I don’t believe in perfect people but I believe in honesty. I want to be with someone who isn’t afraid to show both strength and vulnerability. And you are that person. I can feel it.
If you’re interested, I’ll tell you more about my work—it’s not only about feet, but about souls too. Sometimes a woman comes with pain in her heel but leaves with a slightly lighter heart. Funny, right?
Write to me about your day. How are you feeling, what makes you happy, what annoys you. Everything matters. Don’t be afraid to be too much I know how to listen.
Sending you a mental hug, your Katya