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I was busy with the very unromantic task of cleaning the basement to make room for our new air hockey table when I stumbled upon the epitome of romanticism.
In a dusty shoe box with a sticker that read "Boyfriends and Wooers" were all the love letters I have received in my life before marriage. I hadn't looked at them since we moved to Nova Scotia, and most of them are pretty old (i.e. teenage/early twenties flings).
As I flipped through those letters and read excerpts of each, I was in awe. I had forgotten the intensity of some of those letters. I could not believe the amount of poetry, the metaphors, the yearning serenades.
Reading them, I thought "Well, this restores my faith in the process of seduction through the written word!"
Each of those letters seemed to suggest that chivalry is not dead and that literature still has an appeal...
... or maybe it's just that men will do anything to get into your pants. Those men (and boys, since it starts in high school years) knew the best way to both impress and reach me was to juggle with words. So they wrote to me. Even the ones who despised writing.
In any case, men who wrote to me always were a step ahead of men who didn't.
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I felt like putting some of those letters in a frame on the wall, so interesting they were (of course I would hide the signature, out of respect for their author - but then there are the anonymous ones!)
Even if they are arranged pell mell in the old shoe box, each of them has a unique flavor.
Some are written in pencil on loose sheets (maybe during class). Some are beautifully handwritten in fountain pen. Some are rolled and tied with a red ribbon.
The contents vary just as much as the presentation.
Some are amusing:
"Did you sleep well? I slept very well. I dreamed I was buying a convertible... of course you were the car dealer."
(I don't think I've ever had that kind of dream while crushing on someone!)
Some are poetic:
"I am intoxicated with you, intoxicated by your radiant beauty [...]
Those are the remnants of my heart which just exploded under the assaults of love."
(I'll try to remember that tomorrow morning when I catch a first glance of my disheveled self in the unforgiving bathroom mirror!)
Some are reassuring:
"You know, even if you were sick yesterday at the party [I had strep throat with a high fever - NOT sexy], you were the most beautiful and the other girls couldn't even hope to come close."
(That must be a sign of true love! I couldn't possibly look good with strep throat and a fever!)
Some leave me speechless:
"You are the 50 foot tall statue, and I am the slave who prostrates before your feet."
(I kid you not!!!)
The intensity might be a reflection of a teenager's heightened emotions (or of the power of hormones, as my mother would say).
Nevertheless, I like to think that love put into words is one of the most beautiful things in this world.
Valentine's Day is coming. Why don't you write something to the one you love?