i googled penpals so i could actually have an insight about it because im a loser and came across this

and all i could think of was 

i managed not to bawl my eyes out  I DID BAWL MY EYES OUT BC THESE TWO ARE JUST

Carey Mulligan For Vogue...

Mulligan and Mumford married on a farm in Somerset in 2012. They first met when Mulligan was twelve—she doesn’t like to dwell on how, but rumor has it they went to the same Christian youth camp as children and remained pen pals. Mumford’s father, who is a leader, with Mumford’s mother, of an evangelical branch of the Christian church, officiated at the ceremony. The bride wore Prada—as did the bridesmaids—and the whole occasion, as Sienna Miller recalls, was “full of love, like you hope a wedding would be.”

Miller’s boyfriend, Tom Sturridge, who plays the dashing Sergeant Troy in Far from the Madding Crowd, has known Mulligan since they were both eighteen. “One of the first things I think about Carey is how I feel when I’m in their presence,” Sturridge says of her relationship with Mumford. “It’s a very special thing. It’s not often talked about what a wonderful feeling it is to see someone that you care about love and be loved.”

Mulligan herself is loath to talk about Mumford in public. She laughs when I ask how she’s enjoying married life—presumably because both she and I know she won’t say much about it. She says they manage to balance their respective working schedules—“like anyone, you try and split your time evenly”—and that Mumford will be with her in New York on and off. She tells me they are looking forward to having a family and adds, quietly and touchingly, that “Marcus is the only thing that’s mine that I can keep totally away, so I try to.”

Miller points out that “they both come from very solid families and have a real sense of the life they want to live.” She says one of the things she loves most about the couple is “their normalcy. They have chickens and a dog, and roasts and friends, jams by campfires. It’s sort of idyllic. Marcus can headline Glastonbury and Carey can be nominated for however many Oscars, and then they come back to their farm, and they’re in big woolly jumpers and funny hats, raising piglets. It’s an amazing balance they’ve managed to strike. I can’t wait for a little baby to come along.”

A change has come over her. She’s twitchy and frosty. “I don’t really want to talk about Marcus.”

I point out that I’m bound to write about him, so I might as well get the details right. “You are so welcome to get things wrong,” she says curtly.

“I’m interested that you were pen pals after first meeting as youngsters,” I say.

“I know, but I don’t want people to be interested in that. And your interest in it will inspire other people’s interest in it, and more of my life I don’t want people to know about will become exposed.”