FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Sad

  • 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 # 43

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    Paul Ransom
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    I sit here – the sea a mirror blue, sky like a primed canvas, cool air settling like a blanket of feathers. It’s perfect. And what do I think of? You. So I reach for phone, dial the number with your name on it, just about crumble when you answer. My nerve vanishes – small…

  • Love letter # 90

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is often said of lovers that one remembers, the other forgets. You can guess which one I am. Three years ago today. Do you recall? We listened to Sigur Ros – and the whole world was ours. You asked me if love was the most important thing. I said there was nothing else. It…

  • Love letter # 54

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the end, I just learned not to think about you. As long as your name never rang in my head I could float around just fine. For a while it was almost okay. But we both know the bells never stop. And sometimes…we are the rain. Destined to fall. I know you won’t have…

  • Love letter # 187

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    Paul Ransom
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    Is there a reason we can’t be together? And is that reason greater than love? What an amazing tomorrow it must be to render tonight impossible. We have walked away from beauty because someone says there’s something better. Maybe there is – but I could love you while you looked for it.

  • Love letter # 70

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    Paul Ransom
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    I chose the fire. Now look. Burnt. Does it really matter how I got here? I’m here now – wishing maybe I wasn’t – knowing I should be. Yet even though it was my ultimatum, the nights are still empty and I long for them to be filled with something akin to your nearness. The…

  • Love letter # 100

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    Paul Ransom
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    How do you cram into mere words the things that are oceans inside you? Will this letter sound mad? Unreasonable? Will you think I’ve lost it? Probably – but there is always a reason for these things; they never come out of the blue. We all live in a world that is both real and…

  • 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…

  • The Letter I Cannot Send You

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    Paul Ransom
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    Knowing I was right all along is very little consolation. I remember how my instincts were screaming at me despite your denials, how I remained unconvinced even when you seemed to return to something like normal. And today, confirmation is cutting me in half. Yet, the injustice cannot be undone, the water will never return…

  • Love letter # 47

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    Paul Ransom
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    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…