Letter to Brynhildur
Dear Brynhildur, I apologize for writing to you once more, but I initiated these lines a week ago, and I cannot leave them incomplete, regardless of whether you will decide to respond to my previous letter, as well as to the one which follows. This is just a mere dedication to our encounter, however brief and incomplete, yet subtly authentic. When I correspond with someone, such as this, it is not always with a specific purpose, but rather because I may have feelings for the person or feel particularly attracted in a way peculiarly intellectually inspiring. Indeed, I do it mainly for myself. It is my method of organising thoughts, much like tidying a room in one's hectic life, to bring a sense of order and clarity amidst chaos. However, do not get me wrong, this is not a selfish endeavor. Since childhood, I have found joy in writing and attempting to connect with others, sharing my perspective on the world, for as much unsolicited. Deep down, I hope to find something common and c