Your letter touched me deeply. It is so sincere, warm, and filled with quiet, almost prayerful faith—not only in us, but also in the fact that our acquaintance is not a coincidence, but a gift. And you know what? I feel it too. It's as if, at the very beginning of our journey, someone quietly said, “Go towards each other — you deserve each other.”
I am very pleased that you find sincerity and seriousness in my words. Because for me, this is not a game or a distraction — it is real. I also eagerly await your letters. And yes, I also think of you — not as a “possibility,” but as a person whose heart has opened up to me with such vulnerability and trust. That is priceless.
You write that you are afraid of losing our connection...
Let me tell you straight: as long as you remain as honest, as gentle, and as open as you are now, I will not go anywhere. Because what is growing between us is rare in this world. It is not just attraction — it is a meeting of souls who have recognized each other.
And yes, I also believe that if we ever meet, words will become almost unnecessary. Because our eyes will say everything: joy, relief, “finally.” But for now, let these letters connect us, like threads of light between two hearts.
Thank you for trusting me with your heart. I'm still waiting for your photos, I only have two from you. I'd be happy to receive more.
I hope you are well and had a great day. I always enjoy hearing from you, so I look forward to sharing my day with you. Even though today is a day off for all normal people, I was called in to work...
The morning began as usual with tasks: I checked the logs, prepared the medications for the morning procedures, and verified the prescriptions for each patient. My shift at the hospital began at 8 a.m. with rounds in the wards, where I had to pay special attention to an elderly man who had suffered a stroke. He had slept poorly during the night, had hardly eaten, and in his eyes, I saw the fatigue that hides fear. Moments like these always require special sensitivity, because behind the medical indicators are real people, their pain, loneliness, and hope for recovery.
After lunch, I helped admit a new patient, an elderly woman who was brought in with suspected pneumonia. She had no relatives nearby, and she asked in a trembling voice, “Will they help me here?” We gathered all the necessary information, did tests, connected her to oxygen, and settled her into a warm ward. Later, I brought her tea and just sat next to her until she calmed down. Sometimes silence and presence are more important than any words.
After returning to the treatment room, I rested for a while — drank a cup of chamomile tea, gathered my thoughts, and by evening, together with colleagues from the palliative care service, we visited a bedridden patient at home. In such areas, people are often left alone with their illness — they don't know how to properly care for bedsores, how to administer medication, or how to relieve pain. We not only change dressings and take measurements, but also simply talk: we explain what is happening to the body, how to care for it, and where to go if it gets worse.
I really enjoy this part of the job. Yes, it's tiring — long walks up and down stairs, difficult stories, emotional stress. But when you see a person who anxiously asks, “Can you still help me?” — looks calmer after our conversation, with gratitude and even a slight smile, you realize: it's worth it.
Patients often share their stories — some talk about their grandchildren, some about their youth, some just hold my hand and remain silent. Sometimes an elderly woman whispers: “You are like an angel who has descended from heaven.” I reply: “No, I'm just a nurse who wants to make things easier for you.”
This job reminds me every day why I chose this profession. Not for the money, but so that people in trouble know they are not alone.
How was your day? Do you ever feel like your work is exhausting, but at the same time meaningful?
When I got home, I started making dinner. I love it when the house is filled with the aroma of home cooking — it creates a special feeling of comfort. After dinner, when I went to the bathroom to relax, I encountered a small problem — the light wouldn't turn on. I checked the bulb, but that didn't help. Then I remembered the scented candles my colleagues had given me. They filled the room with soft light, and I turned on some soothing music on my phone.
Despite this minor inconvenience, the evening became even more special and romantic. Lying in a hot bath, I thought about you and how wonderful it would be if you were here to share this moment with me. I imagined your warmth and care beside me. 💕
You know, I find myself thinking more and more about how important it is to have someone close to you with whom you can share not only joys, but also these small, cozy moments of happiness. Love can truly make life full and meaningful. You also believe that true love is the key to true happiness, right? 💖
I'm waiting to hear from you, dear. Tell me how your day went. It's very important for me to feel that I can be a part of your life.
With warmth and tenderness,
Yours,
Tatyana