I'm sitting down to write to you again and my heart feels warm.
You've become a part of my inner world, my thoughts...
I don't know how exactly it happened, but I feel you near even across distance, even without touching.
Today I want to share with you what happened...
There was a fire at work. An electrical short. Everything happened suddenly smoke, anxiety, confusion.
But, you know, at that moment, a strange thought flashed through my mind: it's good it wasn't a missile. It's good we're alive.
Because, unfortunately, in our reality, that's not an exaggeration, but a possibility.
After the fire, the director gathered everyone. She said that because of it, we'd have to take unpaid leave.
And if anyone decided to quit, she wouldn't hold them back; she promised better references.
And so I stand there, listening to all this... and suddenly silence falls inside.
Of course, I wanted a vacation. I've dreamed about this many times.
But, I admit, not like this. Not through stress, fear, and burnout.
And today I woke up and realized: maybe this is a sign.
Maybe fate itself is pushing me to where my heart has long been. To you.
I picked up some old photos from a vacation a couple of years ago.
My friends and I went to the sea. We laughed, sunbathed, ate fruit straight from the market, looked at the stars...
Back then, it seemed like everything lay ahead as light as a sea breeze.
And then divorce, moving, worries, survival...
And dreams of a real vacation, of love, of myself were put on the back burner.
But now I have this pause.
A pause that was given for a reason.
You know what I want? I want to spend this unexpected, so strange, yet so long-awaited vacation with you.
Maybe that sounds bold. Perhaps unexpectedly.
But you became something alive and real for me.
You gave me faith that I can be more than just strong I can be loved, desired, and tender.
I don't want to hide my feelings behind letters anymore.
I don't want to waste time.
I want to come to you.
Let it not be like an escape, but like a homecoming.
I'm not perfect. But I have a heart that feels.
And it whispers to me: this is he...
If you feel the same, if you're ready...
Let's meet.
Let this chance turn into destiny.
Let this vacation be the beginning of a new life ours.
Right now, I'm still in bed. My laptop is on my lap.
And you know... how I wish your head were lying on my legs right now.
And I would stroke your hair, your face... slowly, tenderly.
Just be there. Just touch you really. Now I need to get up do a few exercises, wake up a bit…
Sometimes I wonder do you like the way I look?
Sometimes I walk around the house in just my panties, with my hair down…
It's a good thing Liza is still little and doesn't pay attention to it.
And at times like these, I feel alive, feminine… and very free.
I'll be waiting for your reply. I really want to see new photos you can't imagine how nice it is to look at you…
It's as if you're getting closer to me through the screen, a little closer, a little more…
Your Maria
PS: Please write me your full home address. While I was writing this letter, the director of our company called me and told me not to waste time and to look for a new job. She explained to me that she didn't want to pay for everything out of her own pocket. That it was a very labor-intensive and time consuming process. She also said that the insurance company wouldn't pay anything. Therefore, she was leaving Ukraine. When I heard this, everything seemed strange to me. I think she's hiding something and is simply fleeing the country for some other reason.
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Mariia <nemovamariia@ukr.net> <arlethacerecer@gmail.com> (Gelesen: 1808 mal)
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