FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Sad

  • Love letter # 150

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    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    In another world, my love…we still swirl in golden light. And in another sky we still soar, up on the updrafts, where all the little details melt to feeling. There is a place where you and I are king and queen – and there we walk barefoot, living on air and sunlight, needing nothing more.…

  • Love letter # 89

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    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    You said: ‘How did this all start?” I said: “In the usual way.” Call it hope, call it plain old gravity – hell, you could even call it stupidity. We weren’t the first. Doesn’t everybody want to believe, if only just once? I for one loved the intoxication of star shine. And no, I don’t…

  • Love letter # 124

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    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    It would be much easier if I didn’t – but I do. For despite all my trying, all my regularly updated vows, I still sit in the place where we once lingered, vainly reaching across time, trying not to breath too loudly; lest the remnants be obscured. In every room, the archaeological record, barely buried…

  • Love letter # 99

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    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    My friends think I’m mad. Really, I’m just stripped. All the bullshit layers have been blasted away. All the smug, self satisfied, posturing has been shown to be a lie. My so called strength – it was just the bravado of weakness. There was a castle wall; it is now rubble. When you looked at…