letters past

Is amazing how sometimes life puts a sudden end to joy and happiness. Making it so distant from us. Some traces of happiness in my life seem to be so far away in time, that remembering them, feels like they belong to a past life more than the same timeline I travel since I was born.

I;ve been thinking today about what you told me. About how free you are. And how you mind travels around places nobody else can go with you. For they are either not prepared to experience such a journey or they simply don;t care. As sadly happens very often.

I enjoy every and each letter you send me. I may not answer all the time, but be sure I read all of them. And I take my time to think about what you write.
I love to enjoy every sentence of them. They enrich my own world in many ways. And once I feel ready to reply. I do it, as right now.

I just want to tell you that I am extremely grateful for the way you express. And I sometimes I even think how could I live without the letters you send. So full of life, of passion, feelings, emotions.
You have a very strange gift. One you hardly find in people nowadays.

You have this fantastic way of expression and emotional resources the average person can;t really assimilate. If they are not fully open to receive beauty in this kind of way.

That;s why I thank you so much. Really. So, so much for be this open with me. And let me be part of this amazing world inside your mind.
I wish more people could be ready to witness it. Many things would be much better in the world if more people would be as you are!

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