Maybe not all people are interested in this topic. But compared with the instant chats, writing here is more healing for my soul. I feel accepted in the decent way of talking.

Раньше я была девушкой-интровертом, у которой было не так много друзей. Тем не менее, после того, как я присоединилась к Slowly, я стала испытывать ту радость, которая ранее была мне недоступна!

In my childhood, I remember I read a book where that guy used to have a pen friend, whom he never met in his lifetime.

Из-за ограничений и запретов, которые мои родители установили для меня, я вырос с желанием всегда желать дружбы и любви со стороны других.

The first letter I’d ever sent was the very first letter she had ever read. Coincidental?

Your letters could heal someone, love a tender soul, uplift the goodness and fight the cause.

I had not, up to that point, received such a unique piece of correspondence, and it sure made its mark on my personal experience.

My story through Slowly isn't a love story, at least not in a conventional way. It's more of a story about self-discovery.

I've experienced the most tiring struggle to socialize. The era of the internet doesn't guarantee interconnections, especially in most social media I use.

I can’t tell why this word “hopeless romantic” can give me such a strong feeling that even kept me awaking during the nights...

Fortunately, I got a chance to visit her place for my work. We met and clicked instantly.

Some conversations have allowed me to learn something new or interesting about the world or even about myself...