FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 8

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    And so here we are, as I always knew we would be. Miles apart; days drifting into weeks and longer, treasures gathering dust. Dusk becoming midnight. I guess I thought I’d get used to it. I never did. The world kept reminding me. Every time I thought the fever had dulled, or the vivid light…

  • Love letter # 56

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    They tell us all kinds of lies. It’s not that they are cruel, simply that they want us not to hurt so much. I have learnt to smile and nod. Bite my tongue. One of their favourites is: time heals. Yes, the years are a sticking plaster, a morphine drip – but where is this…

  • Love letter # 14

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    You the light – me the moth – fluttering around you.

  • Love letter # 96

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    A thousand million men would surely say the same thing for the right girl; it just so happens I’m saying it for you. I’m not the remarkable one – you are. I just had the good sense to be amazed by you.

  • Love letter # 74

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    If you are sending me signals, I cannot read them. For such erotic illiteracy I can only offer feeble explanation. I have blundered badly before – misread invitations – so much so that I have been frozen. The subtleties are now entirely lost on me. My basic operating assumption these days is that no woman…

  • Love letter # 3709

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    Not so long ago, we were fantastic. You dazzled me, I dazzled you. Then, somewhere along the line, wonder became humdrum. My erstwhile charms are now painful to you. The mystery I once possessed has been replaced by hairs in the basin. And your tipsy laugh makes me cringe. We are an old couple now,…

  • Love letter # 22

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    There may well be a god – I cannot know – or some grand purpose may well have been assigned. This would be news to me. People talk about life lessons, about meant to be; but I do not claim to understand these things. Yet when you are near me… What is it that I…

  • The Letter I Cannot Send You

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    Knowing I was right all along is very little consolation. I remember how my instincts were screaming at me despite your denials, how I remained unconvinced even when you seemed to return to something like normal. And today, confirmation is cutting me in half. Yet, the injustice cannot be undone, the water will never return…

  • Love letter # 128

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    Please excuse my anger. It is the mask my dread likes to wear. It is the naked fear of losing you. It is an incredible vulnerability in me that you have exposed. Believe me, I have tried not to act out. I have tied down outbursts. I have hidden tears. And when I was busting…

  • Love letter # 59

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    Sunlit autumn afternoons…they are like my desire. The satin soft shimmer of summer; cool-edged and minty now. The preposterous, quixotic belief that somehow this warmth will linger; absurd like my stubborn dream. In this inexorably chilling air, the ghost of a song; its echo receding to inevitable hush. I whisper to these burnt gold leaves…