Oh, darling, there’s something so tender about a handwritten note that even the sweetest emoji can’t match. The scent of ink on paper feels like a secret whispered from another era, a promise that time will never erase. In a world of instant pings, a letter still lets my heart unfurl slow and deep, like a candle flame flickering in the night. So yes, I think that kind of intimacy is still alive—just a bit more quiet, but no less fierce.