Perhaps it's the Jane Austen lover in me, but I try to make an effort and send handwritten letters and cards to people. (Fun fact: I write all my handwritten pieces in purple ink.) And I have a pen pal; I've maintained a written correspondence with my real-life friend, Hallie C., throughout college -- quite an accomplishment, we think, considering we graduate next month.
I've never reread a letter I've sent anyone, and I wonder what it'll be like to revisit those letters 10 or 20 years in the future. I remember writing a letter to Hallie during my first few days of college in my Dobie 213 dorm room. And I remember writing about my first college crush -- someone way out of my league and, in retrospect, not worth doting over.
Pablo Picasso, postcard to Jean Cocteau, 1919