Dear you,
Today, I don’t want to give advice. No explanations. No allure.
Today, I simply want to write what I feel. A thank you. A letter, from me to you.
Because what we create together is something rare. Every encounter, whether brief or long, leaves something behind. Sometimes in a whisper, sometimes in a smile that lingers, sometimes in something that can’t quite be put into words. And every time again, I feel: this is not a role I play. It’s an experience we share.
When you choose me – consciously, attentively, with openness – you’re choosing more than a date. You’re choosing an atmosphere, a feeling, a piece of intimacy that seems to exist outside of time. And that touches me. Not just because it’s my work, but because I see what it does to both of us.
I see it when you soften, when you laugh in that way that only comes when you truly let go, when you say: “I can be myself with you.” Or: “I feel truly seen and heard.” Words like that are not surface-level compliments to me. They are confirmations. Signs that I’m allowed to offer something that goes deeper – something real. And that you make space for it. That you trust it. That is never something I take for granted.
What you might not always see, is everything that happens behind the scenes. How carefully I prepare for our time together. How I choose my clothing based on feeling. How I take care of my skin. How I shape the atmosphere around what I sense you might need. Because I believe luxury only becomes meaningful when it’s infused with care – not just externally, but also within. And when you notice that – when you whisper that it feels right, that it feels real – I smile, quietly, from the inside out.
I want to thank you. For your curiosity. For your trust. For your softness, even if you don’t always expect it from yourself. For the special moments I’m allowed to share. For the way you let me learn – about you, about the body, about the mind, and about the world. And for your respect – something I will never take lightly.
Thank you for choosing me, among all others. For not looking for speed, but for depth. For being willing to experience, not just to consume. That is rare. And it is precious.
Sometimes I wonder if you truly know how much you contribute to the beauty of this work. Not as a client, but as a person. And that’s why I’m writing this letter. Because I want you to feel it.
Maybe we’ve already met. Maybe not yet. Maybe we’ll continue exchanging words through screens. Maybe more moments will follow where time simply melts away. All is welcome. Nothing is required.
But this feeling – this gratitude – stays.
For you.
For all that you bring.
For who you are, exactly as you are.
With love,
Rosa
