We live in a fast-paced world now. Where a message gets to you in seconds. There's no waiting at the mailbox for words that are tangible and smell as they have been awaiting to get to you. When a boy would want to talk to you back in the day, he would have to come knock on your door, or call your house phone, and then you would have to get through a parent or an annoying brother that would interrupt the phone conversation in the middle of the 2 hour talkingthon (as my magical friend said). It took some work, and if she wasn't home, you would have to try again later, in hopes that you could finally catch her.
The generation of story tellers are fading. It's a different story now. The romance is dying. They will remain in the stories that spoke to us about a time and a place, that was tangible, had a sweet smell of her perfume, and took some time and work to get a hold of.