FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Sad

  • Love letter # 47

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    Sometimes there is a knife in me – and it cuts so beautifully. The rush of blood that follows is heady, like a delirious tide, and everything is pure yearning. This is how I feel tonight. Wanting you so. Aching like madness. Right now, I am a light source. Loving you. I am the river…

  • Love letter # 18

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    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…

  • Love letter # 97

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    Sometimes I feel like blaming you. Sometimes I wish I felt nothing. That would be a whole lot easier. None of this is what I think – it’s how I feel. In my polite, well ordered mind this is all perfectly ordinary break up stuff. You started off liking me and then something changed and…

  • Love letter # 76

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    This evening, the sky was sublime. The water, it was shimmering glass. A silver sliver moon scratched a bright exclamation above, and the velvet air filled me up with scent and soft promise. I was a drunkard. Barely staggering. Would you be amazed to learn that all the while I thought of you? I almost…

  • Love letter # 71

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in

    At this distance, what I once was blind to is now obvious to me. Your tenderness. Your forgiveness. Your wonderful laughter. The way you blushed after a few drinks. Your kissing me when I least deserved it. I carry little jewels with me always. The memory of sleeping in your embrace. The look in your…

  • Love letter # 93

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    Why am I still hungry? Because I am not satisfied. And why am I not satisfied? Because I am starving. If I could live with the love you gave rather than pine for the love I dream of taking – then I would be bathed in light right now. This black night – it is…

  • Love letter # 199

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    You used to seem like the sunshine, like the light pouring in. You were girl the song was about. You were the one. I used to count down the hours, set the very time by you. I was the fool who knew the sacred sea. I was very nearly the one. We were nearly perfect.…

  • Love letter # 98

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    I confess: there are days when I wish I had never opened the door to you. These are the days when I miss you so much I ache all over – the days when all the distractions do nothing to take my thoughts away. Days like today. But mostly, I thank the stars I once…

  • Love letter # 52

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    So this is where I find myself – hoping you won’t be there. It’s not that I don’t want to see you, it’s just that I can’t bear it. I can’t sit politely, pretending you’re just anybody. My heart will not make do with scraps. And you’re so awkward these days, trying so hard not…

  • Love letter # 431

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    Because the embers remind me of a fire. Because the rain was a river you swam in. Because the wind has brushed your hair. Because …