A few years ago a friend gifted me Love Letters of Great Men. Fans of Sex and the City (the movie) rushed out to buy a book of love letters that didn’t exist. Low and behold, a book a was created. It’s surprisingly quite good. Really.

I love editor Ursula Doyle’s forward, where she speaks about the claim that these flowery declarations were more for show than a genuine expression. “But to claim that a text message saying IN PUB FTBL XTR TIMe BACK LATER XX is more genuine, and therefore romantic, than a declaration such as Byron’s that ‘I more than love you and cannot cease to love you’ is obviously nonsense.

Some days I long for a time when correspondence was rich with meaning and emotion–not 140 characters. While I love the convenience of modern technology, nothing beats a flowery letter, especially a letter from your lover.

Genuine or not, that Lord Byron is good. I agree whole-heartedly with his claim, “Letter writing is the only device for combining solitude with good company.”

Who are you writing to this weekend? Hope it’s a good one friends!