He didn’t write love letters because he was afraid of commitment.
Because he knew that letters like that don’t mean just anything, and that terrified him.
He knew that love letters were a past that cannot be erased.
That love letters are those that you hold between your fingertips 5 years later when you’re cleaning out your closet and nostalgia rolls down your cheeks.
Love letters are intimate changes of words written with shaking hands at 2 am staring at your wall remembering inside jokes that make it impossible for anyone else to read.