In this letter I would like to tell you a secret.
As a child I loved the winter of all seasons the most.
I especially liked the weeks around Christmas.
While I spent my afternoons between January and November outside with the other children,
I usually stayed at home during the Advent season. Just to not miss a moment of the cozy atmosphere.
The chimney fire crackled comfortably, an aromatic smell of baked apples pulled through the house.
Grandpa told stories, Grandma kneaded biscuit dough.
I should write my wish list on which every year no more than three wishes were allowed.
This was always an exciting moment! For what does not one want as a small child?
Even now I feel very excited, although it is easy now for me to choose three wishes.
I have not betrayed them to anybody, but now I want to reveal myself.
First of all, I want you to read my lines. That proves that I am not the same to you.
Second, I want you to know I'd like to be with you. Since I first saw you, I wear your image in me.
I always hear your pleasant voice, although you have never spoken to me.
I like how you go and how you are watching your environment. I like you just the way you are. I'm in love with you.
My last wish is that you dare to give me a sign if you feel as much as I do.
Please give me a small smile, a gentle eye-contact, or an understanding nod.
Everything else is done by itself. Maybe we'll get closer.
Maybe we'll go through life together soon.
If my open words had frightened you, I beg your pardon.
I did not mean to take you by surprise.
Rather, I wanted once again to be the little child who believes in the fulfillment of his dreams.
I longingly await your answer.