As a writer, I feel that I best express myself on paper. When I start to talk about my emotions, even happy ones, I just cry. Really, I just wail when I’m put on the spot. The idea of being in vulnerable position is terrifying, even if there is a good chance my feelings will be reciprocated.
I can’t explain it. I suppose my nerves just turn into a giant ball of rubber bands.
A touching love letter creates a feeling that rarely can be matched. It doesn’t need to be an award-winner. The only thing it needs to be is honest.
Honest. Straight from the heart. Full of love.
It doesn’t need to be chock-full of big vocabulary. It doesn’t need to contain the rhythm of prose. It can be just three words, none of which are “I love you.” It can be silly. It can make you smile. It can make you tear up.
Just as long as it is sincere.
I once received a little note from my ex-boyfriend “Charlie” that simply said, “Dear love muffin: You cool.”
He never actually called me “love muffin,” that was a joke. And because he was sort of a non-emotional kind of guy, I knew that “You cool” was his way of saying that I was the most amazing girl on the whole planet and I made his days brighter. He was being honest in his own way. He was being true to his persona of “man of few words, but overflowing with loyalty.” It was just his way of expressing love.
Even long after our love affair faded, I still remember that note. It was original, and it wasn’t cut and pasted from a popular poem or song lyrics. He didn’t need Tennyson to help get his point across. He knew that “Dear love muffin: You cool,” would mean more to me than the most glorious extravaganza of words Hallmark could ever craft.
Whether it is goofy or Shakespearian, the true beauty of a love letter begins when ink hits the paper.
Here’s a sweet one to Nancy Reagan from former President Ronald Reagan when he was the governor of California.
In 2008, a coded love letter, which is thought to more than 100 years old, was discovered in Swansea (Wales, UK) University’s Archives.
The hand-drawn coded letter, which is followed by a fuller text uncoded version, was found within the Bryn Diogel Lodge minute book, 1879-1890.
The letter was written by William Weightman to his ‘dearest’ Fanny. He declares his devotion to her, as well as his feelings about his rival for her affections.
Can you decode it? A transcript follows the photo.
My Dearest Fanny,
I am writing these few lines to tell you that I cannot live any longer without you. I worship you always. I think you are a beauty and the nicest girl I ever saw and I adore you. Oh exquisite Fanny, do not despise me for loving you so well. I shall be broken-hearted if you desert me. Can you meet me on Monday night, when I will take you to the Star Music Hall. I hate that Bill Robinson, who is hanging after you and I intend to horsewhip him when I see him. I shall be delighted to hear from you at once. Do not let my suit be fruitless. Reply by next post to