How can someone touch through a screen? Perhaps because soul recognizes soul—even if matter has never met. Sometimes I feel like I've known you for a thousand years. And maybe I have. Maybe our bodies have never touched, but our consciousnesses have danced in some other time; there's no other plausible explanation. Laughter, moan, mischievous smiles... These are moments that make my day worthwhile. They remind me that being alive is also about allowing oneself to feel. And you make me feel—without rushing, without demands, without disguises. You see me. Not with your eyes, but with your presence. You instigate me, wait for me, provoke me, and offer me more than I dare ask for. You care for me, provide for me, clothe me, make me feel like a pampered woman, lol. I love your care. I love your dedication. I love the way your desire is not just carnal, but also curious, intelligent, and respectful. I love knowing that even though we're miles apart, there's an invisible bridge between us. Perhaps made of thoughts, perhaps made of desires. Perhaps made of other lives. I dare say you don't just inhabit my fantasies... You expand my mind. You take me out of the ordinary, and remind me that rare connections still exist. Connections that don't need skin to be deep. So being here, waiting for you, is a ritual that does me good, my dear. See you soon.