FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Sorry

  • Love letter # 602

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    Paul Ransom
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    We all love. At least until we are broken. All of us give and, in turn, will be forsaken. We each have wounds, and leave our scars on others. You and I were no different. Ordinary angels. Fallen once more. Across the beautiful brutality of time, with futile longing, I sense your impossible distance. And…

  • Love letter # 31

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    Paul Ransom
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    When first I loved you, it was not you. It was the ideal. The one you could never be. Later, tarnished, I tried to force you into shape. Until I woke up. At which point you were saying goodbye. Now, divorced of need, I call out the tyranny of fantasy. I say to the dream:…

  • Love letter # 894

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    Paul Ransom
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    Of all the things I have fallen short in, loving you is the most telling. It is not your accusative snarl that cuts, it is the pain it voices. The awful wrench that separates dream from reality, expectation from delivery. The mirage has resolved to thirst, and I too am parched. We may all be…

  • Love letter # 299

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    Paul Ransom
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    Now. Spring. In the burnished evening. Feeling ancient. Exiled. The beautiful ones I used to talk to, who now look through me. Or regard me with pity. Worse, revulsion. To the scent of blooms I fall upon the only thing I truly regret. The way I ignored you. And I want it all to end.…

  • I wish I did not feel for you

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    Paul Ransom
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    How much easier it would be, how neat and orderly, if I knew of a way not to care. You would be nothing more than another troubled soul. Sorry tale. Victim. Drama queen. Too much bother. Yet I have loved you, perhaps blinded by the beauty buried in the mess. Despite the darkness, the light…

  • Love letter # 574

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    Paul Ransom
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    Naïve, I conceded. Arrogant, you suggested. I thought my love would be enough. It was not. The anchor chains were heavier than my foolish affection. There was no simple wishing away, no kissing it better. We required something more resolute than passion. When things did not change, I did not take heed; and soon my…

  • Love letter # 678

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    Paul Ransom
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    We are never so alone as when we impose loneliness on ourselves. As we have done with our various refusals. It took a moment of magic to bring us together, but that was followed by a marathon of detail, a slow adding up of insistence. Now here we are. Stranded. With our clutter and our…

  • Love letter # 923

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    Paul Ransom
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    Zooming out from the grit of specifics, from the aggravated dramas of relationship, all contention dissolves. All claims, all theories, all righteous insistence. At a certain remove there is only love. Like an ocean, or all of time. Perspective, absolution. The beauty of irrelevance. I ask only your forgiveness for my inevitable shortfall. When next…

  • Love letter # 578

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    Paul Ransom
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    You ask me why, knowing there is no ready answer. These things are not rational. There is no checklist. Love is not given as a prize, nor as a reward for effort. I realise this sounds harsh – evasive – for I have been you more often than not. I have longed for, courted, endeavoured…

  • Love letter # 610

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    Paul Ransom
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    I have been a selfish lover. Sorry I did not realise it sooner. I genuinely thought I was being sensitive. Attentive. Inventive. Perhaps to some degree I was, but I see now that the focus has always been on my own pleasure first. In effect, I have not been a fully present partner, and I…