I read through a mound of love letters today. I hope everyone keeps love letters sent to them, if only for the validation of reading them later and knowing that in some moment in time another person carried you so fully in their soul that they couldn’t bear not to tell you. I thought about posting an excerpt here, but I couldn’t do it. Some essence is lost in the translation from ink and paper to data. Handwriting adds so much emotion and personality too. I have only a limited number of letters with me in Korea and when I had read through those, I wanted so much to open a up a dusty box held captive in some concrete storage chamber to see the souls of old loves bared effusively on paper for me.

Boys don’t go out of their way to feel pain. I read that just after watching The English Patient the other night. How coincidentally appropriate. It’s true though, isn’t it?

Even though my freak head cold has swiftly vanished, I liked to pretend that today was a sick day and I allowed myself extra indulgences. Any excuse is a good one - a fact of nature. One luscious portion of chocolate, slipping across my lips like the first kiss of a fiery new love affair, was not enough to satiate my need; I had to have more. So I’ve devoured a couple of HEADS (so far), which are again plentiful at the local Family Mart. Their reappearance spurred a spending spree and increased the frequency of my visits. The guy behind the counter tried to tell me they were expensive, in a way that suggested he thought I shouldn’t buy them. A fine example of how grossly misunderstood chocolate is in this culture. And why should he care, anyway, what I buy? It was weird, but I am not deterred: I act from my addiction.