FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Nostalgic

  • Love letter # 213

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    Paul Ransom
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    Some distances melt away – with song, with years, with chance. Like when I thought I saw you in a corner. The one you made your own. When we were we. However, this is no sad missive, for I was breathless with joy when I briefly believed it was you. Memory is an unreliable witness,…

  • Love letter # 241

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s the things you don’t prepare for that get through. That picture of you popping up on my slideshow. You reading the card I gave you, wearing the scarf I bought you. How could I have known that I would never hold you again? I believed we were closer than ever on that day. I…

  • Love letter # 203

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    Paul Ransom
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    Today I have chosen to forget you – or at least to appear as though I have. No mention of your name, though I hear your voice inside me. No inkling of a tear, though the river runs firm and strong in my veins. I ache to burst the meniscus of my silence, yet stay…

  • Love letter # 136

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    Paul Ransom
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    There is a door inside me that opens onto a world we once shared, with its secret geography and private jukebox. This street. Its bars, its late night revels, its kissing in public – and those records – our lovers’ soundtrack still playing. All of it so alive. Still visceral beneath the eggshell skin of…

  • Love letter # 78

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    Paul Ransom
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    These were the nights when I used to dream of someone like you. Now I walk with that ambiguous phantom: memory. Beneath the sound of laughter, deep in the smell of skin and humid air, ghosts of dead summers – the long faded evenings of your favour. Yet for all that distance, it’s all so…

  • Love letter # 88

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    Paul Ransom
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    Last night it rained like sorrow. Today the air is thick, every drenched flower sweet with scent. I move through the humid light and – wouldn’t you know it – all I see is you. I carry you in my thoughts like a half remembered song, and I find that I still move in time.…

  • Love letter # 152

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    Paul Ransom
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    Time having passed, things are clearer. You were running – from ghosts, from anything that reminded you, and I was the dumb bind holding you back. The more I loved you, the more you fought for what you took to be freedom. But now I understand – the freedom not to see is still freedom.…

  • Love letter # 295

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    Paul Ransom
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    You were the love of my sadness, and we were the lachrymose twins. How my sorrow loved you; sought you out in the throng. I saw your black star shining – jewel in the darkness. We fashioned beautiful little tears by its stark, dark light. It was like a dream. But then I divorced the…

  • Love letter # 191

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    Paul Ransom
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    You were my vespertine angel, my melancholy queen, and I was your lone hero, fighting the darkness on your behalf. But in the end the night still fell; and before the morning came, I had lost you to the shadows. Now the moon is my companion, and the sun is the cruellest of eyes. When…

  • Love letter # 312

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was one of the Bronte sisters: While I loved, and while I was loved, what an existence I enjoyed! What a glorious year I can recall… That’s how I feel. Every spring is that spring. Every pretty girl is you in that dress – the sun shining through it, your body a magical silhouette.…