I love a good letter. I think the art of writing a letter with passion has always been one of my favorite activities, an outlet, an opportunity to share beauty with another. There is a certain elegance in letter writing; even the simplest correspondence with a friend, nothing romantic can be a wonderful thing I believe. However, that romantic flourish of sweet delight and a cherished response holds the truth to the wonder of words.
I remember the first time I wrote her. I was a nervous wreck. There was this sweet bond we had with each other, though we knew our time was limited, however the fortune of email was upon us. I think I asked her one day, or perhaps we had our correspondence in the class we were taking, so I penned a note to her saying hello, and wondering about her life. I wanted my words to move her, even though I knew I probably shouldn’t. I was drawn to her, and I wanted to know more. I hadn’t been able to write words like those I wrote to her that first time to anyone for years. I was married for over a decade and my spouse, though I was writing daily had no clue about how important words were to me, so when suddenly I discovered a person who might relate to my words, I took the chance.
She responded. I was smitten from the moment. I couldn’t wait to write her again, and a few days later I would hear from her. I began to expand my words and she would match the sweet romantic nature of my words with discussion, telling me about her world, the sweet beauty of listening to nature outside of her home. I had no idea her life, but I felt like I was able to sit in her backyard with her and experience the moment.
I think it was then we began to fall in love; however so much confusion engulfed our lives we didn’t know how to move forward. Yet again, we made the choice and suddenly we were in each other’s arms for the next few years, a certain magnetism that had us willing to be with one another for as long as this would last.
I reflect now on words, how it was we were able to pen our thoughts to one another, in such synchronicity we would anticipate answering one another’s deeper emotions.
These moments turned to love and began to write our story. Love has a certain affinity with words and letters.