Notes.

I've always believed that a person can be more honest when he or she is writing. Perhaps it's because that has always been my case - to tell the truth, I stammer a lot and often say spur-of-the-moment words when I use my mouth. Laying it out on paper or typing it away makes me think deeper and consider every piece of what I am trying to say: feelings, thoughts, emotions. I can be more honest - I don't know what enchantments written words carry but they can surely make me spill my sentiments out more than my voice. Sometimes I genuinely wonder if writing had become my voice; if only my words could talk.

People have written notes for me. And at times, when I want to remember how a certain person has affected my being, I'd go find something that that person penned for me. I keep them as tangible treasures; to tell a story. They are memories in earthly form. Some letters bear pain - but for me, they serve as reminders of who I was and what I have learned, and nothing more. Other letters bring back so much happy memories and it makes me smile whenever I chance upon them.

And then, I'd clasp their thoughts in my hands - it's funny and wonderful at the same time, how you could literally hold someone's emotions with your fingertips.