Those were the good old days. When romance was traditional but colourful. When men still wrote poems and love songs to impress and win the hearts of the women of their dreams.
Love letters were such a huge thing then. I remember how older girls opened envelopes to reveal perfumed papers in different bright colours and giggled endlessly jumping up and down their beds in excitement. You could see the effort put into writing the letter. The handwriting would be so beautiful and the words, very touching.
When the girls replied, of course it involved some drama. I knew one particular girl that ended her letters with an imprint of her lipsticked lips. Then she would write, "Kiss me".
I received a number of love letters in my early teenage years. All I did was laugh. What did I know? I didn't understand why anyone would call me 'the sugar in their tea' and 'the rose in their garden'.
I think when a person writes by himself, he gives a part of himself and a degree of passion is involved. As a writer, I write in long hand and I write using my laptop too and it is slightly different when I stare at my own writing as I write.
I guess typing away on the phone to send messages and the computer to send emails have replaced the art of writing love letters in long hand.
I miss those days though.
Read this beautiful piece and tell me what you think.
I Love You
Just three little words don't seem like enough for someone whose smile still brightens my day,
whose touch can makes me forget the rest of the world.
They don't seem like enough for someone who's always been there to celebrate with me
when everything goes my way and to hold my hand when my whole world seems to fall apart.
But even though "I Love You" can't express the depth of my feelings for you.
I hope you know what's in my heart.
Because loving you means more to me than anything in the world and it always will.
Wishing you all the best.
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