I was going thru some old letters the other day when I realized, the only love letter I had ever received was a heart shaped post-it sized pad. It was three years ago, I remembered I was studying in the library, the author was beside me. Quite, as I requested. And then he slowly slipped a note on the front side of my corner on the table. He pretended to sleep. The ONLY love letter I received had only 4 words in it--- the author’s name and that seemingly everlasting straight to the point 3-word paragraph.
For the next three years I have been compelling the author to write me more. And so he did, especially after every world war. Well, he didn’t like it but he knew it would make me feel better. The author admits he was never really good at words and so he wrote in the vernacular, nevertheless, I knew all along how hard it may have been for him. A paragraph would’ve taken him about an hour. It was no wonder why ¾ of each of his letters contained “hahahas” or “weheeeeeeeeees” and about fifty “…s”. The mere thought of him thinking of what to say already made me feel better.
But I guess those “compelled” letters couldn’t tantamount to the one on the post-it. I was looking for something more, uhmmmm, elegant, a Latin maxim perhaps, mere complications! That I have forgotten that they all mean one thing and that is the very fact that my favorite author has already written his best-seller three years ago… and he has never stopped publishing it.
The only thing more important than the kind of stationary you’re going to use, or the color of the pen, or the brand of card you’re going to buy is the sincerity of what you say. It doesn’t matter where it comes from, the head or the heart, just say it, straight to the point, and mean it…
I miss you.
but
not anymore...
