Or, more accurately, writing on paper. I realized this morning that in this day and age, you can date someone for a decent amount of time and never (or at least rarely) really have the opportunity to see their handwriting. When so much correspondence is done via email, the art of the handwritten note gets lost, and the personality of a person's handwriting doesn't have the chance to shine through.
I love handwritten notes, and keep those that are meaningful to me — there are certain people in my life whose handwriting I could identify in an instant. Sadly, my handwriting has deteriorated so much over the past decade or so that it is practically illegible. My apologies in advance to anyone who is fortunate or unfortunate enough to have to decipher it.
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6 responses to “Writing on the Wall”
I always wanted you to sneak a note into my shirt pocket or pants and on my way home I would find it. Never happened. It still hurts that you never took the time to do as such…oh well, I hope one of my many letters that I stuck in your drawer where you would find them on some random day are one of those that you have kept. If not, well then it is time to let go and move on I suppose. Cheers!
I always wanted you to sneak a note into my shirt pocket or pants and on my way home I would find it. Never happened. It still hurts that you never took the time to do as such…oh well, I hope one of my many letters that I stuck in your drawer where you would find them on some random day are one of those that you have kept. If not, well then it is time to let go and move on I suppose. Cheers!
Considering we’ve never met, that would have been quite a challenge!
Considering we’ve never met, that would have been quite a challenge!
booooooo!!!
booooooo!!!