“Dear.” It has connotations of old ladies with their shade of pink lipstick that was popular a generation (or two) ago, leaving kisses on cheeks that never wash off. Or of scrawling handwritten notes in calligraphic script.. “To my Dear one and only…” “Dear” is something far off and inaccessible to our modern day where we walk around with our heads down, looking at our phones and never being able to verbalize our feelings unless they’re accompanied by an emoji. We no longer have language to describe ourselves and who we are.
So “dear” has been relegated to formulaic or archaic forms of communication. But it’s a word of the hearth; it’s a word that speaks to someone held kindly and tenderly. We all want to be loved, to be dear to another. To be held gingerly when we’re hurting or to be thought of in words that feel comforting and comfortable.
The lovely folks over at Five-minute Friday provide a writing prompt weekly on, you guessed it, Fridays; this was written in response to that. It’s a fun little writing challenge. Go on over there and link up.