International Letter Writing Day

There was a time when love arrived folded in thin blue aerograms, when every word carried the weight of distance and every pause felt like eternity. A letter was not mere ink on paper — it was a trembling confession, a prayer whispered into silence, a memory pressed carefully between pages so it would never fade. It was how we spoke to our mothers when words failed on the phone, how we told our sisters we missed them when oceans kept us apart, how we loved those who could no longer answer back. Letters wait quietly, long after voices are gone, long after hands are still, long after goodbyes are said. They remind us that love doesn’t vanish — it lingers, folded, sealed, eternal.

If your heart just skipped a beat, if your eyes softened remembering someone you once wrote to — don’t let the feeling pass.

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