On writing love letters...

Me and the blonde boy were enjoying

a walk down memory lane yesterday. 

We read letter after letter I had

written him. I used to practically 

write him a letter every single day.

Some complaining, others complaining,

did I mention the ones where I was 

complaining? But they were also 

chalk full or rather lead/ink full

of love. 

I came to the conclusion, that some 

good things are lost as technology

 keeps moving us towards "easier" ways

to do things. I was a writer, I wrote, 

with my soul and with my heart. I 

am busy, I write now only with my 

thumbs on my chosen technology. I

text with purpose and with slang. 

I text quickly and with wit, I suppose.

But the gentleness of time taken,

hand aching, and heart spilling

onto paper is lost.

All of this to say. I think I 

can make this into a best of both 

worlds scenario. Watch out husband,

I'm about to start writing you love 

letters, on paper. But I will 

still text you an exuberant amount 

of times throughout the day. 

Just to say...

I LOVE YOU.

Or complain...

Maybe both...