p/s: I love you

-Not believe that I love you? You cannot pretend to be so incredulous. If you do not believe my tongue, consult my eyes, consult your own. You will find by yours that they have charms; by mine that I have a heart which feels them.

--But Love, almighty Love, seems in a moment to have removed me to a prodigious distance from every object but you alone. In the midst of the crowds I remain in solitude. Nothing but you can lay hold of my mind, and that can lay a hold of nothing but you. I appear transported to some foreign desert with you (oh, that I were really thus transported!), where, abundantly supplied with everything, in thee, I might live out an age of uninterrupted ecstasy.

William Congreve

Nothing on earth, madam, can charm, beyond your wit but your beauty: after this not to love you would proclaim me a fool; and to say I did when I thought otherwise would pronounce me a knave; if anybody called me either I should resent it; and if you but think me either I shall break my heart.

George Farquhar

What longing in tears for you – You – my Life – my All – farewell. Oh, go on loving me – never doubt the faith-fullest heart

Of your beloved

L

Ever thine.

Ever mine.

Ever ours.

Ludwig van Beethoven

Letters are so underrated in our current society.

I know I never will be able to write as beautifully as they have regardless of how much I love a person, but I think there’s so much more sensuality and meaning in a letter than an SMS or e-mail could ever carry: with a letter, all your senses work together when you touch the letter, holding it in your hand as you read it; feel the texture and weight of the paper and brush your finger against the indents made by a pen on paper, feeling the vigour or calmness in which the writer wrote it; you can smell the scent of the paper, catching with it a whiff of the surrounding in which the writer wrote you; and see the words, engraved on the sheet of paper, heavy in your hands as you read through the personalized script of every writer. There’s so much secret to it too...it’s yours and for you to keep safe, away from prying eyes, for as long as you want to keep it yours and yours alone. There’s an excitement you feel when you find an envelope in your mail with your name on it and just know with your heart’s beating that it’s not another bill or financial statement; nothing professional, just something personal....

There’s nothing like receiving a letter.

I think I’m going to start writing some.