I am saddened at the thought that a whole generation of young women will never have the opportunity of receiving a love letter.
Articulated, be it as poetic as Byron or as simple as a child’s innocence, with love and soul, carefully crafted, paper selection, ink and script, fragranced to suit your temperament, cursive leaning towards you as they cannot contain themselves from their advance. They are brimming to the top with ecstatic elation and a sorrowful hope that their efforts are realised and received.
No, instead, his love is a finger swipe away.
-W.E.
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