There was a time when life was easy. When distractions were few and people were patient. When love waited it’s turn and was not challenged with last seen and blue ticks.
There was a time when romance was in poetry and not emoticons. When words were measured and actions, thoughtful and deliberate.
There was a time when waiting was a part of loving. When seeing each other everyday was a luxury unaffordable for many. Waiting for love, waiting for the lover. It took guts of iron to truly love.
There was a time when love was passionate. When it blushed between pauses and spent moments agonizing over the next reply.
Maybe the letters felt the same way when we got SMS to replace them. Love laughs mockingly at all of us now.