The virtues of self-acceptance is now no longer limited to believing in myself, but also to know that every jeopardizing uncertainty between my Bipolar phases was worth to tell.

We started talking around 5 maybe now 6 years ago, and just 2 weeks ago, I flew over to meet him properly for the first time.

Alex embraced every part of me with open arms. Her words carried me through some of the darkest days of my life.

I have found joy in celebrating and preserving the essence of my cultural roots through heartfelt exchanges.

Three days after the two-year anniversary of our first letter, something incredible happened: we met in person.

Over time, the letters grew longer, more thoughtful, as we discovered shared passions for poetry, travel, and finding meaning in life’s little nuances.

We are like stars, and each star is different from the others.

Ella and Jessica met through Slowly at 15. After exchanging letters for three years, they travelled 3,700 miles at 18 to meet face-to-face—and now they’re planning their next reunion in 2026.

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

Hearing about so many peoples different experiences and outlooks on life, where they traveled to...

They speak of a world unfamiliar to me, but they gave me the key and showed me around.

We often exchange stories, about our fears and worries about life. I never hesitated to tell him anything.