No one writes letters anymore.
I once tried to write a letter to a friend, and found what movies depict can be true -- a desk littered with crumpled paper, inked fingers, chin in hand.
Writing letters is a feat to us now. Moreso to write handwritten ones.
Sadly, I've lost what ability I had in letter writing. I sent letters to friends who have moved to different provinces when I was younger. These days I seek refuge in the convenience of technology.
Nonetheless, I don't mind receiving letters. I don't mind reading long ones.
I leave my email open most times, waiting for the emails that do not arrive.
In the absence of conversations, I don't mind receiving letters.
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