Letters.

I was scrambling through my bookshelf yesterday, not necessarily because I was trying to find something or because my shelf was nasty; its usually pristine, but because I felt like it. Surprising, because I don't feel that way usually, ever.

Hello there, I'm the Earthian.

I found cards from years ago, notes and books I've not seen, touched or read in ages. I found my old examination answer scripts and I found my very first progress reports. It was all adorable for a split second but none of any of that made me feel anything if I'm being honest. In fact, I don't even recall studying most of it and so its quite surprising that I came all this way. But my search through my old dungeon was not all bad, I did come across a couple of things that made me happy. A couple of letters a friend wrote me. In fact, those letters were the only letters that anyone has ever written me and so finding them made me feel a teensy bit emotional. The letters were very plain, didn't carry much information with them, but that's what made them feel very right. The best part about them was that they were written to me by someone I've never met, someone I'll probably never, ever meet. They didn't have to write it, they did it purely because they wanted to. And maybe I'm taking this a bit too far, but you know, sometimes, the extra mile that people walk for you, not because they have to but because they want to, is the mile that becomes impossible for you to ever repay. And when they walk that mile irrespective of how your reaction is going to be, it makes the deal a whole sweeter. I guess you can never really overdo showing someone how much they mean to you.

Love, peace.