I initially wanted to buy Baguio Calligraphy, a book with compilation of poems. Unfortunately, the only copy left at the bookstore wasn't there anymore. So I settled for Bienvenido N. Santos' book : Letters.
Ever since I got a copy of I love you, Ronnie by Nancy Reagan, my liking for reading letters meant for someone else became more evident.
Everytime I read a letter, I always fall into believing that there is a hint of honesty in it. Honesty. Crap. Letters.Crap.
But I still love reading them. Oh crap!