A Letter on Letters
I miss writing letters.
More truthfully, I don’t miss the cramp in my right hand. I don’t miss running out of space and having to jam run-on thoughts up the margins of the paper. I don’t miss how long it took to get a response to nagging questions, such as “Are you still my girlfriend? I had to ask, since you referred to me as ‘Richard’ in your most recent salutation…” What I do regret, is the loss of the intimacy.