In my childhood, I remember I read a book where that guy used to have a pen friend, whom he never met in his lifetime.

Because of the restrictions and the DONTs my parents have set for me, I grew up to always desire friendship and love from others.

The first letter I’d ever sent was the very first letter she had ever read. Coincidental?

Your letters could heal someone, love a tender soul, uplift the goodness and fight the cause.

I had not, up to that point, received such a unique piece of correspondence, and it sure made its mark on my personal experience.

My story through Slowly isn't a love story, at least not in a conventional way. It's more of a story about self-discovery.

I've experienced the most tiring struggle to socialize. The era of the internet doesn't guarantee interconnections, especially in most social media I use.

I can’t tell why this word “hopeless romantic” can give me such a strong feeling that even kept me awaking during the nights...

Fortunately, I got a chance to visit her place for my work. We met and clicked instantly.

Some conversations have allowed me to learn something new or interesting about the world or even about myself...

I am convinced that letters can have a very special magic for people.

I've always loved talking and finding out new things. Once I click with a certain person, the conversation will go on and on.