Letters marked messy scrawl
yet love founds its indent along those pages
Thousands of words seemingly condensed from once spoken words
Romano held his breath as he stared down at the writing so clearly marked first by his more boisterous lover
that then turned into delicate script that could only be marked down by the one that soothed his pains in the most gentlest ways
He missed them
Lovino hated these trips away from them,
away from home
or the only place he felt like became home
Right now,
there was insistent buzzing in his ear from his hyperactive brother
and the not so gentle swoosh of cars outside their hotel window
Still his brother had the audacity to ask why they still wrote letters
Romano still found it in himself to smile at that
'It still feels much more sentimental.'
Sure, they were a phone call away
or a Skype message away from each other,
but perhaps the beauty of the sentiment of written letters meant more
Many traditions had came and went,
history marked change so often severe
that many still struggled to keep up
yet Lovino loved written letters that are more starkly honest
and yet so beautifully penned down even in the messiest of scrawls
Love could be found on those pages, long since kept,
after business travels
Lovino found that they were silly reminders of how dorky both of his boyfriends were
yet were also touching with the time that went into them
He smiled,
because for all that they were,
three different men,
they were similar in that regard.