FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Sorry

  • Love letter # 355

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    Paul Ransom
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    Now, with all these years between, it finally becomes clear why I was drawn to you and why my actions were misguided. You had a fire in you; and so did I. But I tried to smother mine. Was it because I thought that’s what you wanted – an anchor of sorts? A counterpoint? Someone…

  • Love letter # 410

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    Paul Ransom
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    I am writing to thank you; but also to apologise. The latter is because I am breaking my silence, the former is because you give me the only reason to do so. The bare truth of the matter is that our brief exchanges – your smiles, those hugs you give me, the touches – remind…

  • Love letter # 592

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    Paul Ransom
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    At the time I was blind. Just acting. Reacting. Blundering hurt and foolish. Doing things I never should. Saying stuff I didn’t really mean. Or now wish that I hadn’t. Because I felt out of control I tried to impose a form of control on you. All the usuals: blackmail, pity seeking, stubborn refusals and…

  • Love letter # 591

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    Paul Ransom
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    Okay, so you’re probably wondering why I’m emailing you again after all this time – but let me assure you I’m not after anything. I’m not looking to push any buttons or play silly emotional games. I just wanted to say that I dreamt about you last night. It was a garage sale scene; me…

  • Love letter # 498

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    Paul Ransom
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    Though I may have behaved badly, please do not doubt my love – or at least my honest belief that this is what this feeling is. I am flawed. I get angry and jealous and can be petty, insecure and controlling. All these things were in me before you came along – perhaps they will…

  • Love letter # 502

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the beginning there was a kind of blindness. In the end I was staring at wreckage. In between there was you. Or rather, the manner of my breaking open upon your touch. The dumbstruck awe, the distemper of desire, the sheer terror that only beauty can evince. You came, I fell at your door,…

  • Love letter # 886

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    Paul Ransom
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    Of course I lashed out at you. It’s what injured people do. Defend the ground they think is theirs. Blame the other. Neither of us were saintly, let’s be frank. Our dynamic was both destructive and self-affirming. Over time and poorly chosen words we both threw up barricades. The patterns became deep ruts, tracks from…

  • Love letter # 350

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    Paul Ransom
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    We are, both of us, old enough to understand that some things can’t be fought. Neither will they be solved or made better with wishing, ideology, or just ‘going along’. It’s true – I could simply use you for the sex and kindness you are offering; but then, what happens when the deed is done…

  • Love letter # 717

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    Paul Ransom
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    And so it has come to this. The bridge that will not be crossed. The line that separates the wishing from the will not be. Yet, although I have been here so many times before, I too am rent as though by newly inflicted wounds. For I know so well your side of the line.…

  • Love letter # 447

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    Paul Ransom
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    Time may well have washed us all away, eroded every last vestige of us and consigned that very idea to photo albums and dusty keepsakes, but there is still a room inside me filled with a kind of light; and even though I realise the utter pointlessness of regret there are still moments when the…