In a pre-Valentine’s Day poll, Jonny Cash’s love letter to his wife June has been voted the greatest love letter of all time.
I think it’s beautiful. But the greatest? I’m more of a Winston Churchill letter fan, myself. And that’s not taking into account that I find reading other people’s love letters ever so slightly cringeworthy and intimate, even when they’re long gone. But the written word is one to be treasured, these days.
I can think of no greater meeting of the minds and proof that we were meant to be together than that Le Pomme and I bought each other the same anniversary card last year.
It’s not quite on a par with Jonny and June, but it’ll do me.