Par Avion | The Traditional Way
M and I have a strange internet relationship. You are probably guessing now, I’m dating online! Without offense, I have yet to resort to this avenue of meeting men (and hope I will never need to). I do know him in person and he has become a dear friend. The only correspondence we both maintain through email is brief and it is always about one topic. M writes to let me know I should expect a letter from him coming into my real mailbox. And I write back to him as well – through email to inform him of the same and through a handwritten letter that contains the words that matter most.
When his letter arrived, I halted the rush to dash out and sank in that
instant into the sofa. At that moment, let the world scream and shout,
all that wouldn’t matter in those minutes I was transported into the
world of his words.
There’s something about a handwritten letter, in this age of
emails. Words written on an actual piece of paper carry much more meaning.
The physical journey those words have to travel in order to arrive
always brings warmth to the recipient, at least to me. Now my words are on its way
back to Bern in Switzerland.