love_letters Sonya When I was a little girl I always used to sit outside and stare out at the stars. I am going to be 20 years old in about 3 monthes. I still sit outside and stare at the stars whenever I can find the chance. The only difference is now I get the lovely view of San Francisco's lights across the bay. When I was a girl I saw humble homes from atop a hill instead. I had crushes on boys and always wondered if when I grew older I would ever receive a love letter. I never thought that I would receive one, let alone write any myself. I always figured they were just ideals from novels and movies that everyday people don't appreciate. I received a letter from him today in the mail. It was pleasant to see my name on the envelope and notice his small writing. It was filled with such feeling, such passion, and such happiness that I nearly cried. It was almost unbearable to imagine him up at some insane hour of the night trying to write me a letter in that horrible place. The past few days I received other letters as well. Those were also filled with empathy, but they were from another. I look back on my childhood days and I know now that I had no idea what was in store for me. It brings me great joy to absorb someone else through their words of sorrow, hope, and humor. It also amazes me every time I start writing a letter and end up with a mini novel that brings comfort. I keep every letter. Every word, every "how are you?", every quote, and every "take care" is carefully stored in my humble dwelling. I'm always addressed as a young woman, but I still feel that a "girl" couldn't ask for anything more than such beautiful love letters. If I could wish for anything, I'd wish to be able to talk to the little Sonya of years past and tell her that love letters are written every second of every single day. I would tell her that she would get one if she wrote one. I shall treasure these always. They do not dwell simply in my room, but also in my heart. Love letters are the best gifts. 020114 what's it to you? who go blather from