Flamboyance

Why do I often attempt such flamboyance in writing? And in saying this, I do not declare my wielding of the language as more superior over others; I merely note that if it is in wordplay that I place such an extent of importance, then I clearly must be a strange boy. And perhaps such a statement might make me luddite-ish, but if the greatest poems and literature came from a past age, is it such a crime that we seek to dabble in such indulgences?

Yes, I do use my "la"s and my "ma"s in perfect grammatical Singlish. But in letters, it is never enough just to keep it short and simple. The reason for this is simple. In letters, there is so much space to write, and there is need for so much more effort. Can we really settle for just a simple "Hi, how are you doing?" No, but letters have to be emotionally-driven. It has to be inspired, or no one would ever have written one.

Perhaps then the intricacy of the language is merely a hopeful way to appropriately package feelings that are similarly complex:

For it is not enough that I miss you.
I have to want you like the trees; eternally reaching for the sunlight.
I have to ache for you like an empty sea; lifeless until touched by a ripple.

And it is not enough that I long to see you.
I have to yearn with the thirst of a tired traveller.
I have to desire with the intensity of a burning fire.

For emotions so pure only befit words so treasured by even the likes of Shakespeare. In spite of such declaration, we may never become able to imitate the past greats. But perhaps, in pursuit of it, we can maybe steal a little of their magic for our own...