There was once a time when I believed that the saddest associations, the saddest bonds, were the ones that were held together solely by the adhesive of postage stamps. They were nothing more than futile attempts to postpone the inevitable fate of all things good and beautiful: their end. Every parcel, every exchange could only serve as a painful reminder of what once was, what is now dying, what will soon die.
But, I see that there is beauty in it. I wish I knew how this came to be. But, the idea that an association can be mended back together through the mere adhesive of stamps now brings me hope, for every stamp serves as a beacon, revealing the past shared moments of beauty, of love, and of comfort.
There was once a time when I was capable of such things. It’s getting harder and harder to remember what I once was able to do. Sometimes, I need a little reminder.
*I’m basically saying that I want your addresses so that I can write you.