FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 383

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    Paul Ransom
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    So, you’re wondering why I left early, without saying goodnight. Simple. You in that dress. Too much. Couldn’t bear it. Not the thought of no – which I know already – but the dread of hope. Easier to walk away. Better for both of us.

  • Love letter # 87

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    Before I became the fool I am now, I too was foolish. Like you, I stumbled, believing the fiction, the myth of lovers. Entranced, unseeing, I ran into the wall of folly. There I was burned alive, and put others to the flame. I broke all my promises and was, in turn, let down. Thereafter,…

  • Love letter # 327

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    Paul Ransom
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    You are my solstice, the extreme instant, the full extension. This, perhaps, my act of madness. Here, at the edge, everything might buckle. How I wish it would. Oh now, if you will, obliterate the in-between. Devastate the daily for a second of wildness. There is no consensus here, no pale diplomacy. Scorch it in…

  • Love letter # 424

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    This is where it ends. The years. My complicity. For a long while I believed you. After that, I merely wished not to disbelieve. Then I saw too clearly. I contemplated fury; was tempted by the colder unfurling of vengeance. Instead, I played a longer game, and you, righteous and entitled, stumbled towards this moment.…

  • Love letter # 144

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    I notice the space. Quiet vacancy. The calm of time. Yet I see these things with you still in them. Just a trace. The scent of a single flower. How great it was to love you.

  • Love letter # 894

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    Of all the things I have fallen short in, loving you is the most telling. It is not your accusative snarl that cuts, it is the pain it voices. The awful wrench that separates dream from reality, expectation from delivery. The mirage has resolved to thirst, and I too am parched. We may all be…

  • VIDEO: Love letter # 15

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    Paul Ransom
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    On November 28, 2010, we first posted Love Letter # 15 to this blog. Like the site itself, it was inspired by a woman we had loved madly. At the time of its original uploading, she and I were still (rarely) in contact. The fire had died; or rather, it was one-sided. An inferno in…

  • Love letter # 536

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    Paul Ransom
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    I am writing to thank you. This may seem counter-intuitive, perhaps even smug. If so, I apologise. There is much I do not know, and will likely never know. Maybe you are unsure yourself. All we can be sure of is that you walked out one day and never came back. Went silent. Ghosting, I…

  • Love letter # 299

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    Now. Spring. In the burnished evening. Feeling ancient. Exiled. The beautiful ones I used to talk to, who now look through me. Or regard me with pity. Worse, revulsion. To the scent of blooms I fall upon the only thing I truly regret. The way I ignored you. And I want it all to end.…

  • Love letter # 60

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    In the bright eye of early afternoon I think of lightness. Later, in the smoky shade of evening, I contemplate remnants; things I have carried for years, like the weight of your touch.