I came home today from a weekend away to find a letter. A real letter that someone took time to write, a letter about things that were fun and sad and important and completely random, a letter that began with "Hello Marianthi" and ended with "Lots of love". It was warm and sweet, so I had to put it in my pocket after I sat in the corner under the fairy lights to read it. I think it's going to be in my pocket for a few days so I can unfold it and read it again and again and marvel at the fact that I can still make new friends and they can be the best.
Listening to 'Coming Home' by The 10p Mixes
when all's well (my life is like cathedral bells)
16 hours ago