i started thinking about this last week, and it’s in my head tonight again so i figured it’s time to log it. blog it.
you know what makes me a bit sad? i wonder if people growing up today will ever know the wonder of the love letter.
like back in the day, when you’d write your heart out to someone on actual PAPER, using an actual WRITING IMPLEMENT.
or you’d receive one – your breath caught in your throat, your heart skipped a beat when you saw your name written on it, and you’d open it to scan it quickly to see how much was written, to know how much you had to look forward to before you sat down and slowly digested every delicious word. then you wanted seconds, thirds, even dessert.
i probably still have most of mine. i still remember much of what i wrote to others. these words and the resulting emotions are etched on me forever.
kids today text. if random social media stats are correct, kids don’t even email anymore. you think about how easy it is to text things to people. short, snippy snapshots at 160 characters per. anything of substance? hang on a couple minutes while you wait for the three-to-four texts to roll in, one after another. your auto-correct changes “heartbeat” to “harvest,” but you’ll still get the gist, right? your heart might still skip a beat, but it’s more from the wait than the words. email and text versions? too easy to delete when things turn sour. paper has a permanence that digital doesn’t.
it’s too easy. too choppy and too disjointed.
that the love letter might be a lost art is a blow to love (and life) as we know it.