And so, after delaying for nearly two years, I finally moved my letters and cards from the box that has housed quite a few silverfish to another one. I love receiving cards and letters. I love going through them once in a while and when I do, I reminisce the good times. Sometimes bad. My oldest letters date as far back as 2000? It is always a nice feeling to reread those letters that more often than not, bring back memories that still make me laugh. Some of them, I realise, are nameless, some of which, the ink has faded thus making me unable to recognise who they were from. Some, I could easily identify the handwriting of the senders from the envelope and of which, I put some aside. While some bring back good memories, some others just do the exact opposite. I have no idea, though, why I still keep them. Maybe I just never feel good about throwing handwritten stuff away.
It's been another not-so-good week. But Sunday has been nice to me. And rereading the letters kind of serve as a booster. May the coming week be a good one. I shall continue to believe.
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