Writing Letters

Love letters.


It's been ages since I last wrote one.


But they form some of the most valuable things in my possession. Stashed in a secret drawer that I hardly open any more.


But I kicked the duck and wrote one more. Not a love letter, just a... letter.


I realize how much I love to write. The joy of sitting down with a pen and carefully crafting each sentence with the intention of making the other feel loved, simply with words alone. It's a glorious feeling, something I could actually spend my life doing. Sadly, I haven't had many of them from the ladies in my life, probably because I haven't met one who really had feelings for me or whose love language didn't fall in that category.




To me, the perfect love letter can conjure even the physical presence of the lover. Nicholas Sparks books and movies are immensely popular simply because he uses this technique. You hear the voice of the writer in the background as the letter is being read. That's the effect of a good love letter. The Bible is a love letter from God, written so beautifully that when read, one can (though not always, admittedly) feel God's presence. In the most intimate of relationships, one can even hear God's voice, which aids significantly in other situations when trying to identify whether it is God speaking.

Love letters. A pursuit that I had to force myself to stop doing because it would have simply led people on for all the wrong reasons. The ideal substitute, song-writing, is just no fun when you don't have an audience. But as I sat down to write, I felt happy. And I'm sure God must have felt happy when He wrote the Bible.


As I wrote, a song came into my head. A beautiful song that you have got to hear.

Time, I've been passing time watching trains go by
All of my life
Lying on the sand watching seabirds fly
Wishing there would be someone
Waiting home for me
Something's telling me it might be you
It's telling me it might be you
All of my life

Looking back as lovers go walking past
All of my life
Wondering how they met and what makes it last
If I found the place would I recognize the face
Something's telling me it might be you
It's telling me it might be you

So many quiet walks to take
So many dreams to wake and there's so much love to make
I think we're gonna need some time
Maybe all we need is time
And it's telling me it might be you
All of my life

I've been saving love songs and lullabies
And there's so much more
No one's ever heard before
Something's telling me it might be you
Yeah, it's telling me it must be you and
I'm feeling it'll just be you
All of my life

It's you, it's you I've been waiting for all of my life
Maybe it's you, maybe it's you I've been waiting for all of my life

And I come to notice that with every love letter I write, I harbor a hope that has never seen the light of day long enough to turn into a proper thanksgiving.



Yet, even as I was writing, I was still hoping that it might be you. And I still am.





Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls. For, thus friends absent speak. -John Donne