Love Letters of Great Men edited by Ursula Doyle


This book was made famous by the TV show Sex and the City, at least that’s where I heard about it.

It was interesting to read love letters written hundreds of years ago. Written in a world before we expressed every thought, feeling and shared every meal with thousands of strangers online on a daily basis.

By the end of the book it was filled with post it markers of quotes that struck a chord with me. Some of which I knew from sound bites without knowing the full context.

I wondered what the authors of the letters would think to know hundreds of years after sharing a moment of compassion with a loved one, people like me were still reading their letters and finding a connection in similar thought.

Who wouldn’t want to have the person they love take the time to send them a letter to express how they feel. It takes a lot of courage to put yourself out there in the hope that the other person doesn’t laugh in your face.

In another hundred years when people look back all we’ll be remembered for is streams of messages without words, using colourful characters to express the things we want to say. We talk using slang and have endless ‘bantz’ without saying anything meaningful. I wish people took the time to write letters to each other instead of sending text messages and emojis.

I’ve only ever written love letters to one guy and I bet he has no idea how long they took me to write them. I wrote and rewrote for weeks before I got the courage to send them. When I finally sent them I flitted between fear of being humiliated and feeling content that I made the effort to put myself out there and say how I felt.

Not everyone can cope with overly emotional people, but I’ve always wanted to take the time to tell people how I feel because you never know when you’ll see that person again. I don’t remember the last thing I said to my brother before he died, I was a child. I didn’t know it was a significant moment I would regret.

As an adult I make a choice to be a good person who speaks my mind and doesn’t leave people wondering how I feel about them. I think that makes me equally brave and stupid or maybe just an emotional person and there is nothing wrong with that.



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