The End of the Love Letter?

I’m an unabashed romantic, and I’m writing this because very few people nowadays will openly admit to being romantic, as they think it makes them “uncool.” I don’t like how many relationships revolve around text speak like “ur hot, i miss u lotz.” Once upon a time, the equivalent would have been: “To my glorious Adonis-like love, whose presence I yearn for most profoundly with every fiber of my being.”

While I do send and receive text messages to my heart’s desire, I still make the effort of sending old fashioned handwritten letters to him as well. Last night, for example, I wrote a love letter to my fiance, just because. It’s great to share your innermost feelings about a person to them, using line after line of romantic verse and imagery.

In Shakespeare’s Hamlet, the Prince of Denmark writes to his beloved Ophelia:

“Doubt thou the stars are made of fire,

Doubt that the Sun doth move,

Doubt Truth to be a liar,

But never doubt I love.”

Here’s another from the 19th Century:

To Robert Browning:

And now listen to me in turn. You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me – my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything….

– Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Such swoon-worthy sentiments should still be aroused in lovers’ breasts and present in their communications to each other.

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