There's an article in last month's RD about writing love letters and it got me thinking about this lost art.
A Psychology theory states that the left side of the brain is logic while the right side is emotions and never the two shall meet. This is why we get tongue-tied when we are in love. Logic and emotions repel each other. Often, we hear people say that love is too wonderful, too magical for words. It is true.
How then do we have words for feelings? Did they come from neologists who were not actually in love? Neologism is produced by psychos after all. Although I must say that being in love is like going crazy. I digress...
I can't remember ever receiving love letters. Clearly, I associated with non-expressive boys. All I can remember is one blue Garfield greeting card. On the cover was Garfield pointing at the door saying, "You wanna go? Then go!!!" Inside, the door is all boarded up and Garfield saying, "No, you're not!" It came from a guy who caught me fooling around so we split up. We got back together but a really close friend stole him while I was singing the Tennessee Waltz.
When Thor holds me in his arms, I am filled with colorful feelings that I cannot identify nor understand. They simply explode in a kaleidoscope of brilliance. It is as if I shrunk and got thrown inside a diamond twirling in yellow light. I am mesmerized. I am blinded. When he is away, it is still the same but in a smaller, less than perfect diamond. They still pop and twinkle but tainted with a subdued longing.
There really are no words good enough! None! Even the words I love you said over and over in earnest cannot encompass the enormity of how deep these feelings cut through the very heart of me.
I attempted to write a love letter to Thor and this is what I have so far:
My darling...
...
Already?!?
Why, it's practically Christmas!
Now don't pfft pfft me...you'll hear that from me 10 more times until you KNOW it's Christmas!
It is the month of love! It is the month when guys can get away with anything cheesy and be appreciated. The ladies' eyes are a-twinkle as they anticipate what Valentine gimmick their special ones are planning! Flowers, chocolates, stuffed toys, sweet cards, romantic getaways, candlelit dinners, diamonds... the lucky ones will get something one way or the other and they will tingle for days! They will gush to their friends about how thoughtful and oh so unbelievably imaginative their boyfriends are. Oh, how cute! Oh, how original! How Youtube-able! There will be some who not be so lucky. They will downplay their disappointment in their unromantic, unimaginative boyfriends and concentrate on practical aspects like how they are so reliable and dependable, etc. Sweet!
Those without lovers will come up with a gimmick with family or friends and pretend that Valentine is not important and they do not wish for some romantic gesture.
Still others will just stay home with family or friends or alone and pretend that Valentine is not important and they do not wish for some romantic gesture.
There will be people like me who will smile and enjoy the Valentine atmosphere and know that even if I am loved, there will not be a special Valentine gimmick simply because it cannot be done. It should not be done. I'll think, "Never mind, every other day is mine" and pretend that Valentine is not important and I do not wish for some romantic gesture.
Ah, Valentine, sweet Valentine...
"...Thy love is such I can no way repay.
The heavens reward thee manifold, I pray.
Then while we live, in love let’s so persever
That when we live no more, we may live ever." - Anne Bradstreet
There's an article in last month's RD about writing love letters and it got me thinking about this lost art. 
