"Letters are just pieces of paper," I said. "Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish."
- Haruki Murakami (Norwegian Wood)
I've been clearing out my room for the past few days and I chanced upon boxes of letters written to me back in secondary school. I read some of them, I kept those that were written by friends that I still hold dear, and I threw out the others. I guess what stays in my heart will stay and what vanishes will vanish.
