I wrote a letter once.
It was yesterday, I think
Or perhaps a few yesterdays ago.
I thought it was quite noble really
To put pen to paper while an emoji would’ve been much quicker.
I wrote to him
I carefully inked in my thoughts
Meticulously folded the paper
Excitedly went to the post office
And then waited for his reply
I waited a whole day
Or perhaps it was several
But the postman never had anything for me
Except for a couple of bills and a magazine subscription
Did he not like it?
Was it too much?
Did I do it wrong?
But how else does one declare their love?
I wrote about how on sunny days, he’d been my refreshing rain
I wrote about how on cloudy days, he’d been my Ray
I compared him to a rainy day, cosy, with that scent of just-washed dirt
I likened him to an earthworm, how he enhanced my very being
And declared the world just a smidgen more beautiful for his presence
I thought it romantic and sweet.
All he thought it worth was : “nyc 😉 Thanks alot ”
Alot. That had been his reply: ‘alot’
I vowed never to write a letter again
And dealt mostly in 😛 and 😀