

Twig wrote:Around 1990 or so, my mother sent me a bunch of old letters I'd written to my parents beginning in college. (She was downsizing.) It was weird to read my own letters!![]()
I had a stash like you're describing -- a big ol' box full of hand-written letters I'd received from friends through the years. I'd read them all several times before, and when I moved this last time in 2009, I had a big bonfire. Now I am downsizing! Hope you enjoy reading those letters you have; they really are a treasure in this day of email & texting. Precious ink, indeed.

) and I love letters. Writing just feel s specially and, as for me at least, seems to help in remembering things. As for precious things I guess it would be a letter and a note from my boyfriend- I was supposed to receive it on valentine's day in 2008, but he needed 3 days to finish this 1,5 page letter, so obviously I got it later
It's also hard to read it as my beloved tends to get this grandiloquent, epic style, plus half of it is erotic, so it's not for anyone else to read
but aside it's naive and embarrassing it's still very sweet
the note is later and it's even sweeter, cause it's a normal words "thank you for being with me " note ^^
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