My boyfriend is brilliant. Probably the smartest man living I know. But he can’t write worth a dime. His handwriting is better than mine, but he always does this crazy thing with his capital and lowercase letters, like in my name — GaiL BRemNeR — and it took him two years to even spell my last name right. In anyone else, it would drive me nuts. Every card I’ve ever gotten has been written that way, and his “a” is the strangest line drawing I’ve ever seen. But I cherish each and every pen mark. Notes from him make me smile with glee at how gosh-darn adorable he is. I’ve kept every one he’s ever sent me, and I look at them from time to time when I’m feeling blue. Ain’t love grand? 
