Jana,

Your story of how you came here was really disturbing to me. I cannot imagine what sort of man would promise that kind of money for such a sacrifice from you and then not deliver. Of course it also shows how desperate you must have been to help your family. But you tell it now with so little emotion.

And the difficult time you had afterwards with whatever it was that left those scars on your legs must have been unimaginably difficult and painful. I don’t understand the Russian name you gave it but the scars suggest to me boils. I can’t imagine a cure that involves taking the blood from one part of your body and re-injecting it to another part. But at least the scars seem to be fading and will probably disappear altogether after a while.

You don’t know me very well yet, probably because I don’t seem to be a very easy person to know. But there are very few people, men or women, that I meet who can almost instantly, just by being in the same room, make me feel completely at ease and take away the loneliness that seems to always be with me. You are such a person. It’s pretty remarkable.

Even without sleeping together I know I would enjoy spending time with you. We seem to enjoy the same kind of movies, I genuinely like hearing about your family, your mom and your brother and sisters, we seem to have similar tastes in decorating and I sure get a thrill out of cooking for you.

Of course you have the looks that I might have custom ordered. I’ve always been strongly attracted to petite women with long dark hair. Oddly enough, I also think yours hands are maybe the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. I know, you’re probably already blushing while you read this. And I’m sorry, but I just have to say this: your body, to me, is just knock-dead gorgeous. Whoever it was that put that cigarette burn on your back... I think I could easily make sure that he spent a long, long time in the hospital.

Anyway, I’m so really glad I met you. I’ll see you in a day or two.

Me