Want An E-Mail?, No. I want a letter!

Oh how cute, a letter and manuscript! I missed the comment aloud, along with the exhalation of a sigh before the actual ex of my friend. This I looked incredulous and mocking from me and said why do you want a card if you got the e-mails? As if both, for a woman, resisting even the comparison. So there we just locked in a dialectic that had continued to the end of time in the absence of the impatience of his girlfriend, that is, my friend. Finally I stubborn as a mule, yes, always love him as a cold and hopeless ever willing to give the arm twisting, by sentimentality that would delight, at least, his girlfriend.

The first argument that I was naturally arose spontaneously, but the e-mail not you can leave under the pillow. For example, like to surprise someone. The concept was developed based on a recent memory of someone very loved by me, to end a war had left me under my favorite pillow, my favorite chocolate, making love and melt until at least next full moon. He looked as confused Neanderthal face. To ask you thereupon what I or anyone would leave such a thing under any pillow? Injury and susceptibilities of mine and of remembrance. lunged with a voice caught in rising curve, bah, I'll come to compare a letter with email. To which he replied, shaken, not at all, the e-mail, better, faster and more effective than anything else. If you do not have anything to do with passionate feelings, I confronted. The eyebrows raised starting to obfuscate and retorted, bah, cheap sentimentality. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, thought and said out loud. Especially knowing that I had traveled three thousand eight hundred libraries, to accompany my friend, to find one that contains the seal of red wax, which she woman in love, especially had chosen to seal a love letter, the madman who was arguing with me. At the time of the confrontation on the subject dress and shoes cost note: e-mail versus handwritten letter.

How can you be so cold? I snapped and visibly upset. To which he, too visibly offended said: cold not practical, at best. Romantic, not to mention, I thought, but I did not hurt more the susceptibility of my friend who by this time and was also visibly irritated. With which I booked part of the conversation. The countered by saying: I'm not going to deny that with the mail or msn PODES also express moods? That was me who raised the eyebrows to the sky in proportion to my level of skepticism and disbelief. The gesture and guessed degree of confidence expressed by me. Both told me: the sum of emoticons which I provided to express, for example, the face of disappointment and disgust, he was expressing. I said, is there any explicit nose wrinkled as to whether I perhaps had one, as it were, a feeling of disgust? the simple comparison that arises between an angry or crying solcito a real tear. A h2o, sliding and rolling the lines to make the ink in a blur. And there we braid, no matter the din, but each attached, air as carnation, their own convictions. and attacked: he not know that Leonard Wolf, the day his wife, writer Virgnia Wolf, committed suicide by jumping into a river, the gentleman wrote in his diary his detailed observations ever on daily events. Nothing seemed to have changed his mind. Salvo, a telltale stain. The only blot on all the neat day.

A tear? I left out, he thought erectus homus beast say, only by loyalty to my friend, and went without the omission, haranguing: No emoticon can supplant or kissing a lover excited that you can send in a letter, wearing rouge; old-fashioned, of course. Neither the blur and smudge, or ink can run or produce a tear. And I thought to myself, of course not to add fuel to the fire, "Suck this mandarin" ... Ah , not you, eh no? He asked, without giving up Nick. If emoticon for all. To the anger ... ah, no ... there exasperated me. See for example, is conversation, tell me what icon to put exasperation, for example. There, he exits through the forum. To retort to the next round, oh yeah, and do you use in the letter, eh, eh? Simple, I said already lean strength of my eyebrows to emphasize all, the word exasperation and chicken ready and the hen. Oh well, so you put in email and also san was over, he said, in a superb trick and retruco. Well, is not the same, tired and exasperated I and my poor friend bemoaned coexisting with an anti romantic letter writer never likely, how happy would.

I threw in the towel, they were already late at night and the ex and my friend had time to discuss the matter, sleeping through, so I went. But before leaving the house of my friend, I outlined in my last will pa to respect: he wanted to sit practice writing love letters. Pa you see the difference in meat and their own hands. While reaffirming me. I will be insistent: No, no, no, I want a letter, and the old-fashioned, handwritten, with the excitement that this holds for, if not too much to ask with wax seal and taste like love to perfume. is it not much to ask?, you say, yes, but it costs nothing to dream, tell me. Although not want to be so foolish nor so extreme, I admit that occasionally, very occasionally, it's good to walk this question: What ... tell me: you have an e mail?