the loss of the internet, or the rediscovery of penmanship

Someone asked me once, what will we do, when they censure the internet, or we lose it altogether? At first I felt a little old. Has it been that long since I had written a Love Letter, or any letter? Damn, it had been a good decade.
A Hand Written Love Letter used to be the key to a woman's heart, if honest emotion and the care within could be felt by the receiver.
Oh, I remember the days when I used to go to the mail box in the morning, to get the morning paper and the mail, and I would discover a letter with my address written on it, in this oh so beautiful penmanship that was so dear to me, it would make my heart light up like the sun, when it just begins to rise over the horizon on a morning in late spring. Then I would notice the scent escaping the envelop as I opened it, Her bouquet. Like mountain air that had picked up a whiff of pine forest and whet barley fields after a warm rain in summer...

Yes, a letter can carry all that, and so much more.
A love letter could make your day, your week even. I enjoyed writing them too. They helped me become clear about what I felt for someone. Letters to your parents, siblings, or friends, can be love letters too.

Sending a love letter after a fight, to apologise, or to ask for forgiveness, or to offer it, was so much more than a text message. A handwritten Letter is much more thoughtful. You can't make corrections, and you write slow enough so that your inner voice can keep up and formulate what you really want to say. I take what I write in a letter more seriously, and, I guess I mean it more seriously too. There is also that matter of aesthetics, My Father used to have the most beautiful penmanship I had ever seen, with high curves and long stems and tails. It was like a wild creek running through the pages. Your hand writing could tell a lot about you, and, if you could muster the eye to see it, my dad's showed you who he was; an honest, deeply caring, strong character who wanted to become better at being himself throughout his life, and who expected no less from his loved ones.

My own handwriting, when I was younger, was a result of having been raised by such a man, I need to rediscover it.

I guess, we should write more 'Love Letters'.