When I was younger, I was infatuated with a boy who wrote letters. Honest to goodness pen and paper notes that we would pass between classes or he would drop off at my house. They were thrilling to get, this was at a time when my idea of romance I got from the cutesy movies or teen romance television shows that always showed a milkshake, diner and two straws. Honestly they weren’t so much romantic but they took effort. I hated the phone and I never was comfortable being on it (which continues to this day), but letters I could respond to, and take my time doing so. Since then…