I enjoy writing love letters to brighten someone day.

Love knows no bounds.

This came back from a dear friend today, a platonic friend I must add.

I just read “Our Place” again. It is a place of comfort. The words are so descriptive, almost magical. I felt transported. Thanks. It is a wonderful experience that I will treasure...

Does anybody else get a kick out of writing love letters? Is this some weird therapeutic method I just tripped over?