The Lost Art of the Love Letter

Part of this experiment involves the mad chemistry and physics of telling more people what I am really thinking - IF it seems like it might enhance life in some way. Nothing negative, not trying to be more helpful (though I am willing, if asked and needed) but just enhancing all pleasures. And breaking many of my own lifelong rules about propriety and saying some of the things i once would have just wished i'd said.
I've always loved writing and recieving dramatic, pretty, sweet, funny - whatever you feel - letters. Not emails, not texts, pen-on-paper, then mailed. In the letter you can say "I am not trying to  find a love match here, I just want you to know I think you are dead-sexy, appreciate the way you make me feel, had a naughty thought (or 100) about you and figured it would make you feel good to read about it..." or Pour out your heart completely - at a safe (until you choose otherwise!) distance. Writing it out makes you really think about what you are saying and what you mean by it,, and gives the other person a chance to think and ponder and then reply in kind. It allows you to be creative. And the one worth writing to has a very personal souvenir of how awesome, sexy and/or inspiring they are to keep as long as they like. They can even show it to their friends.
I wrote one last night, only slightly dirty, to someone I had been thinking about allll that day, and then into the night, and then into the hammock and then out of my clothes... I thought it might cheer them up to open their mailbox to an actual missive filled with the details of my evening adventures inspired by them.
this is not it - mine was nicer, longer, trashier - but this one is still good, and i am glad to see the practice is alive and throbbing.