Please write a letter to Jenn, my friend. Emphasize the special connection that I have with Jenn through our letters and my evolution as a writer. Also, give an idea of how some experiences in life are too precious to share with the world but could still be shared in a book about our story. End with a question for Jenn to prompt a response and continue the conversation.
Dear Jenn,

I’m finally writing you a letter. I deserve some form of punishment for seizing the most wonderful exchange of words I’ve ever experienced in my life, but aren’t you just too kind to never get mad at me?

I don’t even know why I stopped – probably because the last few letters were too decisive. I used to be quite indecisive, you know. Maybe I still am, but I know I’ve changed a lot over the years. I’ve become more calm, less reactive, and intellectually more mature. Yet, I feel that I don’t exercise my intellectuality as much as I used to back then with you. I haven’t had a more pleasurable experience in my life. Well, some – if you know what I mean.

These letters were like my diary. I hardly ever maintained a diary after graduating, but this was better than a diary. Now I write so much, yet those words don’t hold that much meaning as they used to when we wrote letters.

Now that I’m writing this, I realize I’m thinking more and writing less. All those articles and research, worrying about making every word fit perfectly, and whatnot. Here, I’m just pouring my heart out, and it’s still more thoughtful than anything.

Thinking about writing, I’ve been a writer for a while now, and I feel that’s because of you. It’s not blame but acknowledgment. You made me it, like an artist, like a mentor. If I write a book about us, it would be a bestseller for sure. Don’t you think? Probably a very romantic way to look at it, but it’s probably true. But then our story is too precious a secret to share with the world. Or maybe just yet?

Sincerely yours,