Hi my dear friend Markus. I waited this minute to answer you with impatience.
I am very glad my letter was pleasant to you.
I belive in love at first sight. But it's not a love as everyone think. It is
such strange feeling... You feel that this person is pleasant to you also you
want to communicate with him or her. Just you only think that it's love. Happens
more often, that you or this person will be disappointed...
Your letters become so close to my heart, and I am pleased to see them like a
child. You write very pleasant letters. Your words are so pleasant, I feel
myself...in heavens. Please, write me every day, even two words, I must know
with you everything - is good. I shall be sure for you and I shall not worry.
Your first e-mail was small light of sun when I have opened door on the other
hand was the whole new world, which I never saw earlier. Beautiful, absolutely
another and full of surprises. These relations, which we have begun through
e-mail - begining new long friendship which could develop something more?
I very much liked your country. It is absolute other country, not similar as
ours. I very much would want to begin a life in your country. Sometime.... Love
is such intoxicating narcotic, which makes do mad, but sometimes funny actions.
Today I spoke with my boss, I have asked him to
use the Internet at least 25-30 minutes in day. He promised to think about it. I
cant let him deprive me my private life how much it cost me. I have the most
dear person, you Markus, I have understood it clearly yesterday when I went in
park and thought about you. I have closed my eyes and thought about you. A wind
was blowing, it scutched my hairs and enveloped my body by its chilly freshness.
I don't know why, but I thought that you changed in wind, and you tenderly
touched my hairs with you invisible hands. It seemed to me that I am situated
somewhere near you. And my heart began beating as never before. I was so
pleasant and I was ready to yell from happiness. People who were passing near
me, probably thought, I am a strange lady, they saw me sitting on the bench with
closed eye and smiling. But I didn't think about their opinion. I went and
thought about you. It so, so heated my mood. I like to go along the street and
breath fresh air, especially when the weather is warm. Actually I do not want to
go home. It is very boringly and alone at home. Markus, sometimes I do not
mention it, but sometimes when I come home with good mood, I very much want to
speak, to share ideas with anyone, to have an entertainment. But my apartment is
empty, and I should be in full loneliness. And my good mood disappears. I simply
sit in an armchair and I look at a window or I prepare for a meal, may be
moment I understand that I just deceive myself. In fact I want a beloved person
to be near me, with whom I could spend evenings, to meet morning, to speak about
yesterday and to dream about tomorrow day. I want to walk and to feel a strong
man arm holds me. I don't want to cook meals only for myself. I want somebody to
appreciate it. But Markus, enough about it. I should perform my work. I having
not enough time. I shall wait for your letter tomorrow. I shall wait your
pleasant words.
Yours faithfully Yana