FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Nostalgic

  • Love letter # 403

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    Paul Ransom
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    In my fantasy this is how it goes: I post this and somehow you read it – and of course you know right away. After all, what else could it be? Who but you? Who but me? Because we were both there when there was nothing else. When the whole of existence seemed to pivot…

  • Love letter # 385

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    Paul Ransom
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    There is a scene that has remained with me. It is autumn, the air is turning damp. The light a misty gold. We are standing outside your house. You smile at me. Kiss me politely. It is a promise. I float into the gathering night. I adore you. But it goes no further… Years later,…

  • Love letter # 461

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    Paul Ransom
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    Of course this is ridiculous. It’s so out of step with the modern age – still loving you after all this time. I can almost see the look in your eyes, the shake of your head. Why don’t you just stop!? Why don’t I just stop what? Thinking of you with tenderness? Feeling that incredible…

  • Love letter # 344

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    Paul Ransom
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    On a short break, lingering at the café I usually go to, and all I can think of is you. The colour of the sky, the edges of chill in the pools of shade, the goldening of leaves. Just like the autumn of our wanting all over again. The promise not quite realised. The moment…

  • Love letter # 329

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    Paul Ransom
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    Facebook told me it was your birthday, so I posted the usual blurb on your Timeline – but it said nothing about how seeing your name and remembering you triggered me. With a thought I was seventeen and seeing you again in the gold autumn light after school. You were so close to me but…

  • Love letter # 469

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    Paul Ransom
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    The sheer power of a solitary word can sometimes be overwhelming; like when I struggle to say your name out loud. It is as though my body remembers the very shape of the breath it takes to form the sound and, in doing so, goes back in time. To the singing temple bell of your…

  • Love letter # 318

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    Paul Ransom
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    Looking out over the glassy sheen of the bay earlier – people walking along the shore, air as soft as it’s been for months – and there you were. In the crack between seasons. Through a window in a wall of time. Winter verging on spring. Afternoon fading into evening. Cool blue light to mellow…

  • Love letter # 389

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was a just a random thought. Something in the ether had brought you to mind – and then there was a flood, sweet like oblivion, and I was in the trance of remembering. Almost with you once more. What struck me was how physical it was. It was as though I could sense the…

  • Love letter # 459

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    Paul Ransom
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    A song came on the radio today. Not one I hear that often – but one that still sings of our time together. While it played – and for a few minutes afterwards – I was in love with you all over again. All I could hear was your husky laugh. Taste your mouth. Feel…

  • Love letter # 336

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    Paul Ransom
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    There was a place in time where the light shone bright and brief for you and I. Today it illuminates our memory. Now we stand looking across the line of our separate lives. Two strands, fluttering near in the chance of a breeze. How much has changed – yet what remains! A thing so pure…