a)* I …like you.

b) Letters and postcards are amongst strawberry lemonade cupcakes and kisses on foreheads. You know why? Simply because to read those letters or postcards and to know that their hand once brushed the page, its warmth kissed each word. With truth leeching it into the coldness. But nevertheless, it *was warm.  To know that each stroke, each cross out was directly from their mind and from them.
And most importantly, their heart.

That each full-stop, each comma, each word and alphabet is all yours. No one else’s.
It can't be forwarded like a blank, generic email.
The letter itself was once something of theirs
and then now its yours forever to keep.
A little piece of their time and most importantly, them.”