They say that you can learn a lot about a person by analyzing their handwriting. Graphology they call it.
What would my letters betray about me, I wonder. Surely they would not hide how I want so dearly to see my grandfather again. Would they scream out my frustrations with love? Maybe they would reveal a little too much through a smile of scribbled plans to pack up and get outta here. Undoubtably they would shake and quiver at the thought of all the people who would be hurt were I to to take advantage of endless opportunities of magnificent lonely dreams. NO! They will cower and continue to be their old bland selves. Granduous dreams and yearnings of spontenaity will hide behind the insipidness of plain jane a's and b's.