My dearest A., Here I am writing you again. I must tell you that I don't have lots of things what to say to you and actually there is this one thought in my head. In different times of my age I've had many best friends or so called ''best friends'' and I could talk to them about everything but when it had really mattered for them to be there for me, they were not. Like last night, my puppy was really sick with cough, sleeping all day, not eating, etc. and I was really sad and vulnera...

My dearest A., I wrote you the last letter on Sunday but unfortunately exactly at the moment I wanted to ''send'' it to you, my internet connection stopped working so I am writing you now. Probably it is even better as more days have passed and I have more things to write to you. It is a very early Thursday morning - 5am. You would ask - why I am up so early on Thursday morning when there is nobody at my place, I don't work and basically I am free all the time? Well... my little puppy is...

My dear A., Another night and another day has passed. There is an empty bottle of wine on the table, unfinished glass of wine, half empty pack of cigarettes, lighter, two unopened bottles of wine, silent mobile phone, bottle opener, my black notebook with a pen in it and camera. As sad as it seems that's all my life is about now. I forgot music, I have still got music.  Tonight I am having my best friend over for some ''party'' that will actually be just sitting, drinking wine and t...

My dearest A., This is my very first letter to you.  I have Christmas in my head and actually all around me. Drinking wine, having awesome sight outside my window - the snow has almost reached the window, neighbors having Christmas lights in their windows and it is still snowing, listening to Christmas music - during the year I had forgotten how amazing voice Bing Crosby has, smell of mandarins, my little puppy girl running around. It is all I've ever wanted - live alone in my own a...