His eyes, I’d long since discovered, could be as eloquent and expressive as his pen. The messages they sent me now hardly seemed decent for a public setting.
Cheryl & Bryan’s Engagement Photos from the streets of Washington DC
I realize now, I should have posted a link to my ask instead of enabling answers for my love letter movement, because I want to answer all the comments and this method makes it a tad more difficult.
Nonetheless, I will have to make a large post answering them all individually. I will have to do that tomorrow night, after I’ve gathered a decent amount of responses.
Love letters have been replaced with poorly written texts and half-assed Facebook notifications. It’s sad, really.
I’m thinking about starting a movement type of thing. I don’t know if it would be a good idea or if it would work, so I thought I’d get some people’s feedback on here.
This would have the best effect on couples who are currently long distance or have been in the past, but it would also work with short distance couples if they were willing to go through the experience. Basically, I want to re-create the feeling of being in a long distance relationship at a time before text messaging, e-mail, and even phone calls were an option. How this would work is for a month or so, you would communicate ONLY through sending letters to each other, and at the end of the month (or whatever time period you set) you would see each other and see if the letters make it better, worse, easier, harder, more thoughtful, less thoughtful, etc for your relationship.
I would include more details if more people became interested.
I love you because with you, I live in the present. I don’t stress about when bills are due or the demons from my past. The furthest into the future I can comprehend is a few hours from the present moment.
And that is why, even though I’m going to see you in only a week from now, I cried and held you like you were going to war. Because it didn’t matter that I was only going to spend a week without you. All I knew was that you were leaving, and that when an hour, two hours went by, you still wouldn’t have returned.
“They gave me a medal for killing two men, and a discharge for loving one.” - Leonard Matlovich