FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Nostalgic

  • Love letter # 278

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    Paul Ransom
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    As though no time had passed; only us getting older. That awesome light. The very form of you. That golden thread. My heart in full flood. The raindrop returning to its home in the sea. You beside me. Now I see how truly unimportant everything else was. Is. Just to be near you. To know…

  • Love letter # 402

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    Paul Ransom
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    Was this how it was? When we were together they could never hurt us. In our world there was no language – simply recognition. The song that played deep inside your heart was singing its heart out in mine. Was that it – or did I make it up? Now I’ll never know. Just believe.…

  • Love letter # 265

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    Paul Ransom
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    What was once a wind whipped, steely chill is now the softly folding mist. Hard edges turned to comfortable blur. The colour of memory wistful and lovely. Sad howl rendered mellow song. They say ‘tis nothing more than time, but I feel it is not so; for in this gentle distance circles the thankful breath…

  • Love letter # 311

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    Paul Ransom
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    Today I was trying to remember. What was life like before you? Who was I? I understand that this sounds melodramatic but when I think of all the changes that swept in with the storm front of your arrival, I realise that there is no overstatement in those questions. (Pardon the pun). Loving you unbound…

  • Love letter # 248

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    Paul Ransom
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    Hindsight maybe cruel, even unfair – but it illuminates the patterns that repeat in our lives. The dramas that play out over and over. And it makes us ask the question. What exactly was it that I thought I wanted? I can see now why you left. I pushed, you pulled. I wasn’t sure, so…

  • Love letter # 339

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is arresting – humbling – to catch yourself hoping when all rational expectation is long dead. In spite of all my previous declarations and determinations, a stubborn candle burned. Little more than a slurry of wax smouldering in a dim corner of fantasy. Yet still alight. For desire pays no heed to evidence. So…

  • Love letter # 382

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    Paul Ransom
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    The days are fine. It’s the evenings that do it. Make the years intolerable. As though time itself had ground us down. We used to seem like angels – now we seem like dust. And so I wonder – are we held together by what we used to be? By the lingering fantasy of you…

  • Love letter # 214

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    Paul Ransom
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    Only by my hunger could I hope to measure you. Only by desire. And by not seeing exactly what I desired, I became blind to the love I already had. It was as though you could never love me enough. So in the end you stopped. For if my love will not do … I…

  • Love letter # 298

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    Paul Ransom
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    There was a time when tiny little treasures made the big world bearable. A time when dark hours filled with light. It was the time I spent with you.

  • Love letter # 156

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I was young I dreamt of you. I imagined things that made me shiver. Whenever I sat next to you, so close to touching you, I was riven with a desire I knew I could not act on. Your cool exterior. Your haughty distance. This is the very image of beauty I have carried…