Love is as powerful as death. (Song of Songs 8:6-7) For one year of our life different assignments forced us to live two thousand miles apart. That space made touching impossible and telephone calls unsatisfying. We began to value written words in a new way. Letters could be read over and over again. Tucked away in a pocket or purse, they became extensions of the other person, available for touching and holding. One letter sent by Erling to me was only ten words long and looked like this: front side: back side: Dearest, Dearest, I I love love you. you. (over) (over) Over and over again I turned that sheet of paper. Love is eternal; it never ends. I carried that letter wherever I went and it became a seal upon my heart. Write a love letter to your mate. Exchange them.