FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Sad

  • Love letter # 172

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the autumn of your ardour I am already starving. The tide has turned. Inexorable momentum. And today – your scalpel tongue. Almost vivisecting. Leaving a bruise. Things are different now. The space between us has changed. Light has become the memory of light. And we cannot change each other back. We’re here now. What…

  • Love letter # 123

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    Paul Ransom
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    When it ends, as I know now that it must, I will not fight. Not because I have no strength but because love is not a victory – no matter how great the ache of its loss. Saddened though I am by the dimming of the light, no amount of protest will prevent the coming…

  • Love letter # 181

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    Paul Ransom
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    I get through the days okay – busy, busy – but the nights. I come home to the quietness, to air unruffled by you, and all around the scent of dust is gathering. There’s a barely discernible film over everything – time like wafers, geographic layers. Whispers slowly building. It looks the same, although it’s…

  • 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 # 120

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is not simply because you are 800 miles away that I miss you. Without you near I find I am trapped inside my thoughts, my own awful, wordy conceits. Leave the ego alone and it will vainly consume the day, leaving only an ache for the night. When I can reach out and touch…

  • Love letter # 188

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    Paul Ransom
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    Your fear comes pouring off you. It’s frightening. And such a waste of time. I was in your shoes once. It was awful. I took someone’s love and turned it into the burden of proof. No wonder my fears came true. Don’t do this to yourself. These things do not bear cross examination. Love is…

  • Love letter # 400

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I was there I could never have imagined being here. Now was not conceivable then. There was us. There was that. When a thing is burning – it is burning. And now: remnants. Things that once were. Not even bones – just ash. And silence. I look for your mark on me and find…

  • Love letter # 140

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    Paul Ransom
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    There didn’t have to be a reason. You never had to say why. Things like this just happen like that. I’m not asking for answers – or forensics. I want to feel like yesterday. I want to see the light again. It was when you touched me like that – that was the moment. There…

  • Love letter # 63

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    Paul Ransom
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    There was no time when we were together – just a sea and you and me. Things I never dreamt of – dreamable – believed – and in my waking moments you were floating next to me. We had our lovely bubble – a world for no one else – and you were my beautiful…

  • Love letter # 125

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    Paul Ransom
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    Things understood slowly are all the more dreadful. The creeping dawn. The inescapable conclusion. The fact I got away with it. It wasn’t you, babe – it was me. I was the screw up. You told me who you were, but I pretended you were someone else. I was the deluded one. You were just…