Hi
Deciding to compose this missive turned out to be more tough than I believed.
Dispatching my musings into the online abyss to a stranger is like murmuring something important into an vacant bottle and throwing it into the sea, hoping the currents won't lose it.
My life is not about the frantic pace of a metropolis, but a tranquil country town, drowning in the foliage of gardens.
Here, the hours pass languidly, like the tune of an antique hurdy-gurdy, and when evening falls, the streets are immersed in such a mellow warm light that it feels as if everything stops to pause for a moment.
I am a medical professional.
I treat people... and, probably, a little bit of my own soul's wounds too.
I have a place to live, a job, literature everything that is seen as a mark of a calm lifestyle.
But sometimes, most notably in the night, I catch myself feeling... not loneliness, but rather a sense of waiting.
As if the most captivating part of my narrative hasn't even started, and I'm still reading again the long beginning.
I would like to meet a individual with whom this expectation would finally be substituted with a sensation of arriving home.
A person with whom it would be effortless both to be wordless and to speak until daybreak.
A person who can see the narrative behind an ordinary expression and hear the melody in everyday language.
Of course, I comprehend that a shadow of doubt clouds all of this—can you really find something genuine where everything begins with a monitor?
But maybe the game have changed?
What if you are the one who will see the deeper meaning not just letters, but a essence?
Yours truly, from the interior of Russia.
Nina.