Monday, May 16, 2011

Love Letters



Because it's 2011, and probably for other reasons as well, I think it would be really awkward to write a love letter. When I say "love letter", I don't just mean a letter about all the things you love about someone, but a passionate, long-winded, overwrought declaration of adoration. I mean, I'm sure it's done, but I would feel really foolish writing one, anyway. Even so, I still love to read old love letters. Maybe if we all brought this style of writing back together, then it wouldn't seem so goofy?

Abigail Adams to John Adams, 1782:

"...should I draw you the picture of my heart it would be what I hope you would still love though it contained nothing new.  The early possession you obtained there, and the absolute power you have obtained over it, leaves not the smallest space unoccupied."

Lord Byron to Teresa Guiccioli,  1819:

"But I more than love you, and cannot cease to love you. Think of me, sometimes, when the Alps and ocean divide us, --but they never will, unless you wish it."

Zelda Fitzgerald to F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1919: 

"Don't you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered -- and I was delivered to you -- to be worn -- I want you to wear me, like a watch -- charm or a button hole boquet -- to the world."

Winston Churchill to his wife, 1935:
"Time passes swiftly, but is it not joyous to see how great and growing is the treasure we have gathered together, amid the storms and stresses of so many eventful and to millions tragic and terrible
years?

Your loving husband"

 Theodore Roosevelet to Bunny, 1943:
"Nothing has happened as we imagined it would except our children. 
We never thought we'd roam the world. We never thought our 
occupations and interests would cover such a range. 
We never thought that our thirty-third anniversary would find us deep 
in our second war and me again at the front. 
Well, darling, we've lived up to the most important part of the ceremony, 
'In sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, till death do you part.'

Much, much love."


Much, much love.

1 comment:

  1. right behind me, as i type this, hangs a letter from my hunkiest. scratch that...it's more like a note.
    he left it for me on the counter. just because.
    he rarely writes me such words of romance, but when he does i blush for weeks.
    the power of the pen.....swoon.

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