FREE LOVE LETTERS

Month: December 2010

  • Love letter # 17

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    Paul Ransom
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    Because I am no saint I can say this: I want you. I have thought and felt intolerable things. I have bitten my tongue so hard my mouth has filled with blood. I have struggled with the weight of hunger – tried not to let it show. By confessing this I am praying that you…

  • Love letter # 124

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    Paul Ransom
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    It would be much easier if I didn’t – but I do. For despite all my trying, all my regularly updated vows, I still sit in the place where we once lingered, vainly reaching across time, trying not to breath too loudly; lest the remnants be obscured. In every room, the archaeological record, barely buried…

  • Love letter # 33

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    Paul Ransom
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    The lovers are the kings, the lonely are the cherished, the forgotten are the exalted. And the beggars shall live in the palace; and the mighty dwell amongst the ashes. And then the angels will walk with the fallen – the proof being you. I do not know why you are down here with me…

  • Love letter # 76

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    Paul Ransom
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    There was a moment; that second when you… In that beat my fear turned to brightness, my resolve gave way to keening. You cut the brake lines. You sent me shooting through space. I was a willing sucker. I wanted it. I sang for the rushing of blood. I begged for the horses to be…

  • Love letter # 19

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is though, at any moment, my secret will come hurtling out of me. The veneer I wear, the various masks I don to get through the day – they are cracked beyond repairing. When you stand next to me I have to hold my breath, bite my tongue until it bleeds. And you don’t…

  • Love letter # 28

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    Paul Ransom
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    I am no saint; I know there were days when bitterness almost had me by the throat. I would listen to my fellow divorcees and I would share their complaints. But not for long – because I could not forget that things in our house were never that bad. Yes, we ended. Yes, we bled.…

  • Love letter # 81

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    Paul Ransom
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    I wonder sometimes if this is poison. Or inspiration. I have never felt so naked. Or divine. To be humbled by love is to be open to life. All my old masks, they are unwearable now. Today I am barefoot and glad of the ground. Maybe now I don’t have so far to fall. Perhaps…

  • Love letter # 13

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I look back now I can see how I made it hard for you. I didn’t mean to; but still. You were telling me all along but I was deaf to everything except what I wanted. You warned me and I acted like a child in reply. I know you weren’t perfect. I know…

  • Love letter # 57

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    Paul Ransom
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    When you’re around, there is no one else. It’s like a hot wire, and my spine is on fire. Forgive the corny rhyme…but at least now you know you’re driving me wild. That’s gotta feel good. Sure does from my end. If you want the sensible explanation, it’s like rediscovering the real beneath all the…

  • Love letter # 62

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    Paul Ransom
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    Someone asked me what it was like and all I could think to say was: We slept in the sky. I know every lover thinks so, but that doesn’t make the shine any less. Our adventures were ordinary but they were wonderful. We drank; we sang along, we made love outside. We stalked the wee…