|Ding dong! You've got mails!|
I remember the times when I haven't received mails for a long time and decided to mail myself one. Haha! It was crazy. I was crazy. I was craving for it. I eventually got control of it when I grew up. Until lately, I fell into this frenzy again and told my boyfriend to write me a letter since he always travels for work. He didn't agree with the idea which became our fight and I eventually broke up with him. IT WAS JUST A LETTER!! JUST A LETTER I TELL YOU! and I ruined the three year relationship! Sigh. It made me wish mobile phones did not exist so that he could write me a letter or send me postcards even.
Now, as I'm typing on my pink keyboard, I'm beginning to realize that this might not be something that I love. This might be the thing that is called obsession. Could it be?
I think I'll disagree... Because letters are like chocolates. They are sweet. Letters are like our moms. They touch our hearts. Letters are like bombs, they could explode with news. Like whiskey and wines, give us warmth and comfort... These are the things about letters in the mails that I like. And maybe the reason why I love it and want it so bad.
Still, am I crazy? LMAO