Today’s writing prompt begs the question of what do I miss in its traditional form?
At first, I wasn’t too excited about this prompt, and debated skipping today’s question. However, upon revisiting at a later time, something inside my head clicked.
Handwriting. Or, more specifically, handwritten love letters.
It seems so obvious now. Love letters written out, rather than the occasional “I love you” text, or “I ❤ u” or whatever… or a silly e-mail or post on a Facebook wall. The idea of a love letter on tangible paper…
Imagine it… coming out to your car after a long day of work, to see something tucked under your windshield wiper. The hesitation and curiosity that ensues… is it a ticket? A flyer advertising a new Chinese restaurant down the street? You walk closer to see your name carefully written across the front of the envelope. You open the envelope, unfold the page… inside, in deliberate script your object of affection has declared their devotion to you. A deep sigh, a pressing of the page to your chest…
Are you going to tell me that a letter like this should be typeset? The individual creation of a letter, to a word, sentence, paragraph… typed? It commands the hand to perform the articulate motion of each stroke of the letter, the dotting of the “i” or crossing the “t.”
Never in my life have I received a handwritten love letter, like Napoleon would send to his Josephine.
Maybe someday. I’m hopeful.