"People say they "find" love, as if it were an object hidden by a rock. But love takes many forms and it is never the same for any man and woman. Wha… - Mitch Albom

But love takes many forms, and it is not the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love.

What happened next depends on how much you believe.

Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening to compose their thoughts, maybe the next evening as well. When they mailed the letter, they wrote a name, a street, a city, a country and they melted wax and sealed the envelope with a signet ring.
Sarah had never known a world like that. Speed now trumped the quality of words. A fast send was more important.

Sometimes when you're losing someone, you hang on to whatever tradition you can.