Most Unrelated, Poop in Danish

As I am currently down at my family home (4 hours from where I currently live up north), for my mum's birthday and as I don't manage to get down here very often, I have found myself doing the obligatory thing of rifling through drawers to laugh and coo (and often cringe) at old photo albums, diaries, futile attempts at being an author, model etc.

One of the things that I have come across on this particular trip that I have somehow managed to bypass on previous occasions, are letters. That's right: old-school, hand-written, romanticised letters. I have found letters from old school friends, long-lost best friends who promised to be so forever and, of course, love letters from ex-boyfriends. There were sentiments of "stronger than ever", "the best is still to come", "what we have is amazing", "just because I'm leaving doesn't mean our friendship has to end", "I'm only a phone call away", "promise me we will stay close forever", "I love you so much and always will", etc. etc.

This got me thinking; seeing as most of these letters included declarations of bliss and un-breakable bonds, in a day and age when one is so quick to stamp "bae" and "bff" on instagram photos and Facebook posts, how real really are these bonds and how everlasting is any promise of love that we make?

I can't deny that reading through each of these letters from since failed relationships and friendships, brought a smile to my face as opposed to feelings of sadness or despair. However, it did make me wonder, for all of the current relationships I now hold dear and have high hopes for, will they all ultimately become a distant memory that I sit and donate a knowing smile to? And what was it exactly that caused the demise of these sentiments, is there anything that could be done now to rectify them and even if you did attempt to re-ignite them, would they ever be the same again? Or did they just inhabit a moment in time when you were someone and felt something that you will never be and could never feel again?  For these people who we now consider our best friends forever, our baby, sweetheart, snuggle-pie and the like - will they be "before anyone else" in another six years time, or is the Danish for "poop" actually more relatable than it seems?