Have you ever written a traditional love letter that is with a pen and paper

Have you ever written a traditional love letter, that is, with a pen and paper?

Yes yes yes.
There's something about the ink being plastered on the white pages – as if it's almost laying your thoughts permanently.
My then boyfriends never demanded but I did it more out of pleasure and for the sheer joy of writing letters.
My first boyfriend told me it was like as if he was reading essays 😉 and they never read beyond comic books so I'm glad at least I made them read a little more.
Not just like love letters but I used to write to my family.
I studied in a boarding school and often we write to each other.
I love reading letters more even if the same words were sent over a text or an email.
I treasure mummy's letters with her beautiful symmetrical hand writings.
I may still have a traditional approach towards romance but letter writing is a beautiful art.

I have.
Twice.
To the same girl.
The first time I saw her was in 1964 when her family moved across town and she joined our school, and my class.
I only caught a fleeting glimpse of her and her wildly, curly, red hair before she was sat at the other end of the row I was seated at.
I was captivated!
I had not turned 14 yet, and she turned out to be 3 months younger.
My first ‘love letter’ was a hastily scribbled notes; passed serupticiouly, hand to hand, across that room.
In it, I said she was beautiful and asked her to be my girl.
By the following day — she was.
We were an item for almost a year.
After which we went on our own, separate ways.
One afternoon, in very late 1967, I was just leaving my work place after a 6am to 2pm day shift at a steel works in Northamptonshire, England, when I, literally, bumped into her younger brother.
He was going into the complex to start his afternoon shift.
The same thing occurred the next day.
But, this time we had time to chat.
He told me that he had mentioned seeing the previous day, to his sister, and she had said, ‘I still think he is cute.
’ (That would be me, folks!).
That afternoon, I scribbled my second ‘love letter’ on a 4 inch by 3 inch scrap of notepaper.
It contained about four lines, including, ‘I think you are cute too’, and a request to meet for a coffee.
We met, and dated for a while.
In October the following year — 1968 — we were married!
A couple of months ago, in October 2018, we celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary!
My wife carried that last ‘love letter’ constantly, for many years, until it finally disintegrated.
Fortunately, our love marriage survived.
Love letters, eh?
Can't beat them!

Have you ever written a traditional love letter, that is, with a pen and paper?

Yes yes yes.
There's something about the ink being plastered on the white pages – as if it's almost laying your thoughts permanently.
My then boyfriends never demanded but I did it more out of pleasure and for the sheer joy of writing letters.
My first boyfriend told me it was like as if he was reading essays 😉 and they never read beyond comic books so I'm glad at least I made them read a little more.
Not just like love letters but I used to write to my family.
I studied in a boarding school and often we write to each other.
I love reading letters more even if the same words were sent over a text or an email.
I treasure mummy's letters with her beautiful symmetrical hand writings.
I may still have a traditional approach towards romance but letter writing is a beautiful art.

I have.
Twice.
To the same girl.
The first time I saw her was in 1964 when her family moved across town and she joined our school, and my class.
I only caught a fleeting glimpse of her and her wildly, curly, red hair before she was sat at the other end of the row I was seated at.
I was captivated!
I had not turned 14 yet, and she turned out to be 3 months younger.
My first ‘love letter’ was a hastily scribbled notes; passed serupticiouly, hand to hand, across that room.
In it, I said she was beautiful and asked her to be my girl.
By the following day — she was.
We were an item for almost a year.
After which we went on our own, separate ways.
One afternoon, in very late 1967, I was just leaving my work place after a 6am to 2pm day shift at a steel works in Northamptonshire, England, when I, literally, bumped into her younger brother.
He was going into the complex to start his afternoon shift.
The same thing occurred the next day.
But, this time we had time to chat.
He told me that he had mentioned seeing the previous day, to his sister, and she had said, ‘I still think he is cute.
’ (That would be me, folks!).
That afternoon, I scribbled my second ‘love letter’ on a 4 inch by 3 inch scrap of notepaper.
It contained about four lines, including, ‘I think you are cute too’, and a request to meet for a coffee.
We met, and dated for a while.
In October the following year — 1968 — we were married!
A couple of months ago, in October 2018, we celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary!
My wife carried that last ‘love letter’ constantly, for many years, until it finally disintegrated.
Fortunately, our love marriage survived.
Love letters, eh?
Can't beat them!

Updated: 20.06.2019 — 3:42 pm

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