I was thinking how nice it is when you read a letter from someone, who wrote it when they were smitten with you. Even if things don't end the way you hoped, there are always those words to read and read again. These are pretty great, from two different letters more than four years apart.

"Giving you the moon would be too easy... I'll grab the sun instead, with
both hands, and blow on it until it's cool enough for you to hold."

"The problem with buckwheat pillows is that they're already cold by the time I get back from walking you to your car."

They both make me feel really wonderful, despite the fact that many other words--not nearly so loving--followed. These old letters have an indelible warmth and beauty that won't ever be erased by what came after them.