Alright, fine. I ‘ll admit I’m totally guilty of this and I realize I am sorry, though I don’t regret it. I am that person. There I said it. You know, that person. The one who loves hand written letters. Here we are in this age of technology, the same technology that is allowing me to share this with you, and I miss the old school version.
My friend and I used to write letters every few days in the summer to keep in touch. Mostly they were full of nonsense, but they were written, shockingly, by hand. I know it’s scandalizing, but I have to tell you. I promise it hurts me more than it hurts you. With this new fancy email and texting, we stay in touch, but the closest thing I’ve gotten to a handwritten letter would be a card with her name in it. I know it’s shamefull, but I can hide it no longer. The dirty truth- I want a handwritten letter to come in the mail. Well, that’s all folks.