[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 letters I wrote. The very few that I wrote, I wonder how I sounded as a teenager, or just pre-now. Maybe I told you about me too.