It has been ages that I have not been writing here...I can not do without writing, I need to express myself...and probably I express myself too much most of the time... Writing is tears, writing is smiling, writing is precious...My father was very strong in expressing himself, he was asked to speak in marriages in the old times...My brother is very good in it as well... He has been also asked to speak on specific occasions...My mother has still the love letters that my father had written to her... All the letters of my father are locked in a wooden box and this box stays in a very precious place of my mother's house...

I am crying all the time when I read the letters that my father and my brother has written for me...The letters that he has written during my birthdays, the speeches that he has done during the special days of my life...

And then come the letters that I have written to the ones that I love and the ones that I have loved have written to me... I can not burn any letters, I can not delete any emails... Because writing is precious to me... And I guess that it is the reason why I have a "writing collection" with nice pens and notebooks...

Time flies, memories fade away, but letters stay...