I have a beautiful memory of friendship: the time I met my penpal in person after three years of writing letters to each other.

My past me probably wouldn't believe that I can now talk to people with ease and not feel overwhelmed all the time...

It’s funny how unpredictable life is: you always find your soulmate when and where you least expect it…

After only a short period of time, I soon realized I wasn’t all that different in this world.

A. didn’t run away, and their eyes finally met for the first time. It was different from what they had expected, and it was better...

By simply letting our personalities flow through our letters, we were able to convey to others who we are despite the distance.

Kiedy zacząłem ponownie wchodzić w interakcje z ludźmi, zauważyłem, że potrafię prowadzić lepsze rozmowy i łączyć się z ludźmi na głębszym poziomie.

Maybe not all people are interested in this topic. But compared with the instant chats, writing here is more healing for my soul. I feel accepted in the decent way of talking.

Writing all these letters have helped me get through some really hard time.

For the first time I didn't feel alone, even though I was alone at home.

Maria’s letters and passion have then sparked my interest in baking recipes and ignited my passion for baking.

Czułam się niewiarygodnie samotna, i wtedy wkroczyło Slowly.