This is a greeting card.

Probably filled with words I didn't write.

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and this is a text. it's likely mindless.

yeah. thoughts i share in-between being distracted by my phone.

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TO: somebody@someone.com.

SUBJECT: This is an email.

If you're reading it, then "intimate" isn't the word I would use to describe our relationship.

Thanks,

Not-someone-you-know-very-wekk.

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This is a note.

It's never anything too deep.

It's just meant to charm your heart.

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This is a letter,
It can contain the distillation of thoughts that have been steeping for years.

It’s an intentional act, a laborious one, something meant for those I care deeply about. Letters live a peculiar life. They’re either kept and saved for longer than a lifetime’s worth. Or, they’re shredded or burnt almost immediately. The forgotten ones return to the ground as its writer.
Good letters are as precious as gold, because it’s made with the most precious thing: time; thoughtful time.