did i ever tell you guys that i got a handwritten letter from K?
a little back story: i'm a very sentimental person, and whenever someone means something to me, they will one hundred percent get a piece of paper from me with all of my feelings poured on it in ink. that's just who i am. i keep a small notebook of everything everyone's ever said to me, and i just think it's nice to give others something to hold on to as well (or at least i hope they do hold on to it).
K kind of knows about all this because i've mentioned it multiple times on Instagram stories, but he hadn't gotten a letter from me yet at the time. what he didn't know back then was that i'd been working on a letter to give to him after i graduate. i just wanted to, you know, let him know how much he and his classes meant to me. and i kinda hoped i'd be the first student to ever do that for him in this form.
as you might remember, there was a moment right before the end of my last year at uni where i decided to be a little bold and i invited him for a glass of wine at a nice restaurant. that is also when i gave him my letter.
to my surprise, somewhere towards the end of our meeting, after he said we should head home, he took something–an envelope–out of his jacket, and put it next to my hand that was resting on the side of the table (i remember this because our hands brushed and i almost died)
imagine how fast my heart was beating then!!! he told me to open it at home, which only made me more anxious
the envelope had my name on it in his handwriting. i should probably tell you about his handwriting. he uses a fountain pen, and writes beautifully in cursive. he wrote my full name in gold ink, and i'm not even joking when i say i had no idea my name could look this pretty
i took an uber home and as soon as i got out, i sat at the nearest bench and opened the envelope. you guys, my hands were shaking at that point.
i don't want to post the entire content of the letter here for privacy reasons obviously, but one of the things that i think became engraved in my head was how he said that he never really treated me as a student but rather as an equal because of how much i already knew and how little he had to teach me, and how he viewed having linguistics classes with me as, and i quote, simply using language as a means of exchanging thoughts, because it was never just a class, more like a conversation between us.
i've got a photo of this letter saved on my phone and i look at it every now and then because i swear to god this is the most beautiful thing anyone's ever done for my sentimental heart
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