nothing is more inspiring than the handwritten words of someone pouring their heart and soul out through ink onto a piece of paper.
i came across a lot of these while researching for FAMILIARITY WITH THE DEVIL (it takes place in both the modern day and 17th century connecticut) and even ended up quoting an excerpt of a letter from john keats to fanny brawne (who's relationship i'm quite intrigued by).
i'm honored to have been left my grandparents' love letters from when they were first dating (early 1930's) and separated by his work with the civilian conservation corps (CCC). so amazing to get a glimpse into their younger years - he would walk miles just to see her (it was during the depression and he didn't have a car). my dad says, my grandfather claimed he had to cross a mountain :)
i also have my own love letters from when my husband was in afghanistan - each word i wrote so dear to me...each of his words, i hung to like fingertips on the edge of a cliff.
i'll leave you with the impassioned words of john keats:
"Ask yourself my love whether you are not very cruel to have so entrammelled me, so destroyed my freedom. Will you confess this in the Letter you must write immediately, and do all you can to console me in it—make it rich as a draught of poppies to intoxicate me—write the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain."
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