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
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.