FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Nostalgic

  • Love letter # 427

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    Paul Ransom
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    A stray thought… Years stretch out, a yawn of time. You were eighteen then – and I was a fool. Together, we had little or no idea about anything. And yet, the soft landing of tenderness – like tentative footprints in powdery sand – has left its dusted outline. The shape of desire. Of youthful…

  • Love letter # 354

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    Paul Ransom
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    Time may well erode my memory of you but not how I remember. I have already forgotten the sound of your voice, the curve of your waist, the scent of your freshly washed skin. In truth, I can barely picture you now, let alone recall the soft weight of your touch. The factual traces are…

  • Love letter # 355

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    Paul Ransom
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    Now, with all these years between, it finally becomes clear why I was drawn to you and why my actions were misguided. You had a fire in you; and so did I. But I tried to smother mine. Was it because I thought that’s what you wanted – an anchor of sorts? A counterpoint? Someone…

  • Love letter # 559

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    Paul Ransom
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    This evening, amidst the detectable softening of winter and the sweet aromatic emergence of spring, I felt you on my skin. Or was it your absence that quickened my senses? The vacated space you formerly inhabited, the quiet that once resonated with your proximity. Was the scented air in my nostrils the remnant mist of…

  • Letter to the lighter of 500 fires

    Letter to the lighter of 500 fires

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was on a night like this. That’s when it all began; and everything before it ended. Ten years ago, almost to the hour. We were gathered for your birthday. You were turning 22. I was nearly twice that. At some point, prompted by you, we snuck away from the party and you said, “You…

  • Love letter # 591

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    Paul Ransom
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    Okay, so you’re probably wondering why I’m emailing you again after all this time – but let me assure you I’m not after anything. I’m not looking to push any buttons or play silly emotional games. I just wanted to say that I dreamt about you last night. It was a garage sale scene; me…

  • Love letter # 347

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    Paul Ransom
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    Rarely does it take more than a splinter of memory. A nuance of light. A scent on the breeze. Just a beat and I’m there with you; and once again it is obvious how I got here. You were so beautiful I had to look away. Had to leave the room. Because I knew right…

  • Love letter # 364

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    Paul Ransom
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    Forgive me, but there is a dreadful song that reminds me of us. It was a summer hit back when lust and opportunism threw us into bed and into our brief, optimistic affair. But hey, we were kids and hormones and hope were enough to obscure what we always knew to be true – that…

  • Love letter # 409

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    Paul Ransom
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    There is always a certain moment in the changing of the seasons, when the first soft afternoon of spring fills the air with scent and beautiful light, when I am once again the young and hopeful fool who sat beside you in the dappled sunshine. I breathe in, and my body remembers the electric shiver…

  • Love letter # 345

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    Paul Ransom
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    Sometimes, just the thought of your name tears strips off me. Or a line in a song. The scent of a bloom. A trick of the light. And sometimes just because. Because it was what it was – and you are who you are.