You never cease to amaze me

Upon arriving I was asked to look at a letter, and what caught my attention was this piece of scribbling known as a signature. It belonged to Her, and it was the first time I saw it. Ignoring the rest of the letter, I just stared at the signature, trying to see what it was composed of and how it was derived.

Why did I become so engrossed in this bit of scribbling? It belongs to Her and it reminds me of Her, of course. It is cute and I wanted to keep it (but I have no idea what for). It brang a smile from within myself and that's when this thought of "you never cease to amaze me" popped up. All this from a little scribble on a page.

The little scribble reminded me that in all this time of knowing Her I have yet to see her writing. I guess in this age of electronic media, emails and so on, it is less common to see people's hand writing and to some extend I think it's a bit sad as the world is becoming less personal. Nothing better than receiving a letter that's hand written as you know that came from the person's hand and they took the time to go through the motions and form the letters with a pen.

Is there something wrong with me or what?