This is not a letter but my arms around you for a brief moment.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Letters are something from you. It's a different kind of intention than writing an e-mail.
I would have answered your letter sooner, but you didn't send one.
Don't fear anything for your letters, they are burnt one by one and I hope you do the same with mine.
You glance at an e-mail. You give more attention to a real letter.
The mail amazes me. I sometimes get these letters that are ten pages, and handwritten, from women pouring their hearts out and, for security reasons, I can only respond with a headshot and 'Dear so and so, be good. WM.' It never feels like enough.
I don't know how to write love letters.
I'm good at utilising body parts as letters.
The present letter is a very long one, simply because I had no leisure to make it shorter.
I have made this letter longer than usual, only because I have not had the time to make it shorter.
It does me good to write a letter which is not a response to a demand, a gratuitous letter, so to speak, which has accumulated in me like the waters of a reservoir.