
I have written, in a rough estimate, several hundred letters in my life. Between elderly relatives predisposed to using pen and paper, and far-flung pen-pal paramours, the decade of my twenties was largely taken up with a firm dedication to hard-copy correspondence.
The romanticism and endurance of those letters are palpable; no email, text message, or even phone call has the emotional legs of a handwritten note, however short or trivial it may seem at the time of sending.