I have some boxes where I store all of my snail mail that I have been getting the last couple of years. I have been feeling a bit melancholic lately, and went through some mail yesterday.

I had a very good friend that I met at an asthma camp when I was 9. We got best friends, and have written uncountable letters to each other for many many years. Uncountable, lots and lots and lots. I think I saved them all. I didn´t throw away one of them. We got older, and both a lot buzier. At some point letters didn´t arrive every day/week/month anymore but farther and farther apart, until it stopped.

I have lost contact with so many important people in my life. I wish I hadn´t taken so much for granted, I wish I hadn´t done so much wrong, I wish I could start all over again.

I am going to write some letters this week. 😉