"Dearest so-and-so...."

I have not kept a personal diary (as in "Dear Diary, today I...." sort of thing) for donkey's years.

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No, I don't think that I am about to start one anytime soon.

Unrelated perhaps, but I have always felt that there is this box in my heart... where I keep the unsent notes or letters that I write to some of the important people in my life, from time to time. Why unsent? Well, some are incomplete and inconclusive. Some are the secret prayers that I pray for certain people. Some were written out of anguish. Some are too weighty with emotion that they might drown (or nauseate, haha) the people whom I wrote to. And some are made of words that I am too shy to communicate to those concerned. I throw into the box all these notes and letters - and take time to ponder on whether I should send them out or not. Sometimes, I do - I put them into pretty cards, postcards, emails or texts... and deliver them to the recipients. Sometimes, I don't. Sometimes, I redirect those letters to God instead, through prayer. Because I would like to know what He thinks. 

Some introvert's secret haven maybe. You must find me a little strange.

Recently, I have found the box to be a little too full and cluttered - and so, I decided that I would write the newest notes and letters into an empty note-book instead. By hand.

Each entry begins with a variant of "Dearest so-and-so..." 

I am beginning to wonder what kind of ridiculous project I have taken upon myself.