My friend’s wife cheated on him – broke his heart and the ground on which he stood. In the midst of all the betrayals, the little cruelties, the thoughtless vanities, the unconcerned callousness, one of the most painful things is a card she gave him before it all came to light.
It is full of tenderness and affectionate language and he quotes it now, with shock waves of pain, that radiate through the phone.
I can imagine that he might well appreciate returning this card and all other sweetly penned bits of paper. Even better than burning them, returning letters might give at least a little bit of satisfaction, a little like unburdening yourself and giving it to the person who gave it to you.
The Hamlet Project 