Sometimes I take out a box of letters.
Thin sheets of paper, faded postcards, old envelopes with crooked stamps. Someone will say - just paper.
But I know - this is the heart, this is the voice, these are small portals in time.
Everything is real in letters
When you read a handwritten letter, it’s as if you hear how the person breathed when he wrote. How the hand trembled. How they hurried or, on the contrary, stopped, choosing a word.
There are no filters in letters.
They are more honest than photos and deeper than voicemails.
They contain the essence. Simple, open, alive.
Why I keep them:
This is memory
Letters are like a diary of the soul. Even if everything is long gone, a letter reminds: it was. It was felt. It was loved.
This is warmth
When it’s cold - inside or outside - I read them. And it becomes a little quieter, brighter. As if someone is holding my hand tenderly.
It's me
These letters are me, different. Happy, sad, in love, lost, inspired. They remind me how much life is in me.
To cherish means to feel
I don't read them every day. Sometimes - by chance, by accident, at the right moment.
And every time - like the first meeting.
As if someone from the past hugs me and whispers:
"You are not alone. We were. We are."
Maybe you also cherish letters?
Then you know that this is not just paper.
This is memory in motion, this is love that does not die, this is magic that cannot be erased by time.
And if you don't cherish them - write to someone. Start creating your own letters.
And maybe one day someone will carefully take them out of the box and also feel - you are near.