Sometimes, I don’t want a notification.
I want an envelope.
A letter that smells faintly of tea and ambition.
So, in that spirit, here’s a little ode to the pen pal I haven’t met yet…but hope to very soon

Desperately Seeking Stationery Soulmate
by a lonely pen pal in Cornwall

Oh dear unknown with postal flair,
I seek a friend who’s slightly rare—
Who finds pure joy in pen and pad,
And thinks that texting’s just a fad.

I’ve tried the apps. I’ve swiped. I’ve scrolled.
But memes don’t warm my soul—they’re cold.
I want your quirks in cursive script,
Not voice notes where your dog just yipped.

I’ll write of how I burnt my toast,
And why I fear my neighbour’s ghost.
You’ll tell me tales of socks gone rogue,
And tragic ends to garden gnomes.

We’ll swap bad art and Haikus too,
Like:

“My cat just stared. I tripped. You knew.”

We’ll doodle jokes in margin space,
And maybe mail some glitter (no trace).

So if you’ve stamps and slight derangement,
And joy for random word arrangement,
Then grab your pen and scribble back—
Let’s start this snail-mail paper track.

P.S. I also like cheese. Write soon. 🧀✉️

💌 Want to be pen pals?
Leave a comment below, or send me a message via my Contact Page with the subject line “Pen Pal Panic!”.

Let’s revive the lost art of slow friendship—one awkwardly folded letter at a time.