hojas_secas @ 2006-09-08T22: 27:00
I've always liked to write and receive letters. The first person with whom I exchanged letters was a friend of my childhood when I was about seven years. We lived in the same town to which by reason of work her father had to move to another city. From this it has been more than ten years. For various reasons she left overnight to write (I already had about eight years). But for me the letters have not lost that magic, that feeling of arriving home from school and see a letter on the table. So two years ago I started looking for new pals, so I began to write with different people, some of these friends came to fruition and others not, but this is natural.
Well, today I had the best day at school, my classmates have been more unbearable than usual, so when I came home rambling staring into nothingness or maybe that blue sky who-ya-no -be-seen-so-sulfur l, was a big surprise that my sister has told me: "I got a letter!". Immediately my eyes went back to shine.
Apart from the excitement that comes with receiving a letter today I have started to answer and I really relief. I let the words flow as long it did not. Is to write to someone who is thousands of miles from you and know only through the language of words is magical and wonderful, it's amazing to get to forge a friendly relationship full of trust and complicity that I have rarely come to have with someone. Also, the letter becomes a little therapy, is an opportunity to show me as I am with all my fears and insecurities, I can show this person that still finds herself often feels misunderstood .
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