{"product_id":"love-letters-never-sent","title":"LOVE LETTERS NEVER SENT","description":"\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eThere is something so profoundly \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s2\"\u003egirlhood\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003e about writing love letters you’ll never send.\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eRomanticizing people who barely know you exist; Feeling everything with embarrassing sincerity.; Believing that love deserves poetry — that feelings deserve paper, and that maybe someone could be worth your neatest handwriting.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eSomewhere along the way, we became too practical for that.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eWe traded handwritten letters for doomscrolling, love letters for dating apps, butterflies for situationships — we even invented a word to make almost-love sound less heartbreaking.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eMaybe that’s just growing up. Or maybe we’ve simply become afraid of feeling too much: afraid of looking foolish. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eSo we stop writing letters, we stop wearing pink.We stop believing softness is something adults are allowed to keep. We learn to protect ourselves instead.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eAnd maybe we have to. At least I did.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003e***\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eWhen I finished crocheting this bag, I wore my pastel lavender heels for the first time in four years.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eThey’re delicate, elegant, light, chic. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eThe reason I hadn’t worn them wasn’t because I stopped loving them, it was because softness had disappeared from my life.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eI needed to become tougher, stronger, stricter. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eI needed all of it to survive.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p2\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eLittle by little, everything soft started to feel unnecessary, as if there was no longer room for it.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eAs if becoming an adult meant leaving behind pink, bows, pearls, heels…\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eLeaving behind girlhood itself.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eI bought those high heels when I was a university student. That was also when I got my nails done for the very first time — pastel pink. And after years of keeping my hair cropped short, almost boyish, I finally grew it long.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eFor a little while, femininity felt effortless. Then life happened.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eAnd somewhere along the way, I realized that one of the first things we sacrifice when we’re trying to survive is softness.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eBecause we begin to believe softness makes us look less capable, less resilient, less worthy of being taken seriously.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eWhat a tragedy it is to mistake guardedness for growing up.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eBecause it takes courage to remain soft.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p4\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eTo yearn, to hope, to love without irony, to write love letters you’ll never send, to believe someone could be worth your neatest handwriting, to choose pearls, ribbons, pastel heels, tenderness.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p4\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eIn a world that keeps rewarding sharp edges, to still be the little girl who dreams of castles, fancy dresses, and impossible things.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p2\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p4\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eThis bag is my love letter to her. This time, sent through the yarn.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p4\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s1\"\u003eAnd maybe, if you’ve forgotten her too, it’s yours as well.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p4\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s3\"\u003eIt takes courage to stay soft. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\u003cspan class=\"s3\"\u003eBe soft, kid. Please never stop being soft.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"GRANNY TODU","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":45959499710566,"sku":null,"price":85.0,"currency_code":"GEL","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0705\/5926\/8966\/files\/IMG-1063.png?v=1784476168","url":"https:\/\/grannytodu.com\/ka\/products\/love-letters-never-sent","provider":"GRANNY TODU","version":"1.0","type":"link"}