FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Nostalgic

  • Love letter # 149

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    Paul Ransom
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    I remember the flickering light, the bass drum deep and physical, the whites of your eyes, the way your hips moved – the promise of their exhausted, sweating sex. We felt so cool then; so hot, so untouchable. Now we watch TV and worry about the kids. Life turns. The tracks play out, the lights…

  • Love letter # 192

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    Paul Ransom
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    We all bow before the seasons. Every year it’s the same – the particular perfume of beginning, the smell of promise. The scent in the air that night. And you spilling wine on my shirt. Your hand on my chest as I changed. My eyes hungry. Yours too. Him in the other room. You might…

  • Love letter # 121

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    Paul Ransom
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    Whenever I think of you – you seem further away. The corners are dusty, the photos face down; the shadows move quietly in your room. …It is because it is. But when the sun is warm and the beer is chilled, with just the cans for company – and that song you used to sing…

  • Love letter # 333

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    Paul Ransom
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    Suppose I meet you again and you are beautiful. What then? Will I blurt it out, hoping that maybe the years will simply wash away, and we will be like kids again? Or will I just look. Nod, smile, share stories. Politely kiss you goodnight? They say you should never meet up with old sweethearts…

  • Love letter # 159

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    Paul Ransom
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    I once walked in the sun with you; I guess I should be glad. Maybe it’s wrong to want more; but I do. I would share this blue sky with you; if you wanted to.

  • Love letter # 195

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    Paul Ransom
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    It doesn’t feel like a lifetime – but it is. One minute we were new. Now? Here. Silent. Wondering. We looked away – surely it was just for a moment – and when we looked back everything had changed. The same, but different; and somehow, time had passed. That almost touchable day that was just…

  • Love letter # 26

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    Paul Ransom
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    Now there is nothing left, I am free to think what I want – and I have chosen to think of the beautiful things. I will remember your loving, your incredible tenderness, your fingers twined in mine, your head on my chest. I will give thanks for the storm you unleashed, for the blood you…

  • Love letter # 137

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    Paul Ransom
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    I did not love you because you loved me. I loved you because you were wonderful. I did not kiss you for your kiss. I kissed you for your splendour. We did not dance because we had to. We danced because the music… You weren’t the one I hoped for. You were much better. I…

  • Love letter # 56

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    Paul Ransom
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    They tell us all kinds of lies. It’s not that they are cruel, simply that they want us not to hurt so much. I have learnt to smile and nod. Bite my tongue. One of their favourites is: time heals. Yes, the years are a sticking plaster, a morphine drip – but where is this…

  • Love letter # 18

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    Paul Ransom
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    That song came on the air – you know the one – and I was plucked from the sky. In a beat I was back on your floor, lying next to you in a world we made up with secret signs. I closed my eyes so that I could see you again. Your gaze close…