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In 1994, as teenagers, my now wife and I started going out. We lived 320 miles apart, and in the first year wrote 110 letters between us.

For my letters to her, I made my own envelopes. It was a flirting thing, and a creative one. Also, I didn't have any proper envelopes. So I grabbed whatever was around my desk – manuscript paper, magazines, plastic folders, and used them instead.

Looking back at them now, they represent a slice of my teenage life. They've got my infatuation, my love of adverts, my lack of money and my procrastination from school work written all over them. They also reveal a time when tobacco was widely advertised, when the Post Office promoted post codes and products in their franking, and when diligent postmen would try their hardest to get a letter to the correct address (their pen marks are visible on some of the less legible designs).

Would I write these letters and make these envelopes as a teenager today, with the Internet and mobile phones at my disposal? Unlikely.

Some of this collection are from the years following, when Mary went to nursing college and I took a gap year before heading to Cambridge. (I've redacted house numbers from personal addresses). It still amazes me, given how some of them are addressed, that every single letter got through.

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