Canada day. There were fireworks tonight, and the guys were getting together for the occasion. I remembered watching that last year, and I remembered what I was thinking when a bunch of us were sipping drinks on the balcony and commenting on the fireworks. I skipped fireworks this year because I wasn't sure if I will be thinking the same thing. It'd be rather ridiculous, to feel the same after all these time, especially when I know you don't even like fireworks.
[12:51:05 AM]: I just realized I'm the kind that likes to keep old letters. [12:52:17 AM]: the sentiment of writing a letter, doesn't matter what kind, it takes effort.. [12:53:44 AM]: there is something incredibly moving about someone willing to go through all those trouble to tell you something, trivial or profound, especially when you re-read it years later and realize that the sentiment no longer exist. I was digging through store room boxes looking for some old course notes from undergrad. I accidentally discover some old letters and read through them. When I went on skype I said this. I wasn't sure if felt precious because 1) no body writes real letters anymore, 2)it marked a completely different time point in our lives where the sender find the need and the right to share whatever it was, with me, or 3)the realization that I actually got to hold on to something that I lost. Probably all of the above, depending on who you are. I wonder if anyone out there kept the let...
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