This is Mark Twain at his best. “The frankest and freest and privatest product of the human mind and heart is a love letter.” He’s right, you know. We pour ourselves into love letters in ways that we don’t typically write. A love letter is like an open permission slip to be completely ourselves, to say what we most want to say, to be honest and direct and totally you. But part of this freedom comes with the knowledge that only one set of eyes will see what we write, only our lover will be touched by our intimate words.
That is a beautiful thing.
But here’s what I’m learning. This applies to love letters to strangers too. I find that I want to write things that are the “frankest and freest” of my words. Maybe it’s the act of putting my letter in a sealed envelope, maybe because I’m really working to pour the love into my letters. Whatever the reason, writing frankly and freely feels good.







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