You can text those words.

And they can be beautiful.

But when they are inside a card, they have space around them.

They are not squeezed between a grocery list and a package update.

They are not followed by a random message from a group chat asking who is bringing plates.

They get their own little room.

A folded-paper room.

With an envelope door.

And sometimes, a message needs that.

Sometimes love needs a little room.

Gratitude needs a little room.

Grief needs a little room.

Goodbye needs a little room.