A handwritten letter for a friend. I made this last December 19, ‘11. Unfortunately, it still hasn’t reached its supposed to be reader. I love writing letters. Pouring my heart out and meaning every word I’ve written. The thing with a handwritten letter is that it isn’t just your word left there. A part of you is taken and preserved between the words and sentences, the paragraphs and pages. Your penmanship which says half of what you’ve written, your skin that once touched the pages. The writer was the one who controlled the ink. I like hand written letters. It’s not just a part of the writer’s mind that’s left, but a part of his whole being.