FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Sorry

  • Love letter # 42

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    Paul Ransom
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    Now that I have woken up it is abundantly clear that you are using me. However, before you yell out in protest please note that I am not bothered by this. I have no wish to cast stones. We are all sinners, one way or another – and I am yet to meet a single…

  • Love letter # 52

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    Paul Ransom
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    So this is where I find myself – hoping you won’t be there. It’s not that I don’t want to see you, it’s just that I can’t bear it. I can’t sit politely, pretending you’re just anybody. My heart will not make do with scraps. And you’re so awkward these days, trying so hard not…

  • Love letter # 44

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    Paul Ransom
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    Away from all the fuss and noise, all the vanity and bluster, there is a simple, inescapable truth. I wish I had known it sooner. I put ego ahead of love. I let ‘me, me, me’ posture and preen. I mouthed the selfish mantras of the age, until my greed was all that was left…

  • Love letter # 37

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    Paul Ransom
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    I have tried to be sane – to be friends – but I have failed. One of us is poison to the other. I’ll leave you to make your own determination on that. I cannot judge you. I cannot be in a room with you. It is as simple as that. I know it’s absurd,…

  • Love letter # 45

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    Paul Ransom
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    Why the drugs? They allow me to use the mirror, they paper over the obvious. I honestly don’t know what I’d do if I stopped to acknowledge. Some people are stupid – they destroy what they love by oversight. More fool them. I was not so lucky. I torched the treasures with open eyes. It…

  • Love letter # 13

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I look back now I can see how I made it hard for you. I didn’t mean to; but still. You were telling me all along but I was deaf to everything except what I wanted. You warned me and I acted like a child in reply. I know you weren’t perfect. I know…

  • Love letter # 99

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    Paul Ransom
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    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…

  • Love letter # 2

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    Paul Ransom
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    I saw you today – and I know you saw me. Your eyes gave you away. I saw your shoulders turn to rock. I felt the blade of your contempt. I did not hide from it. If you want your measure of blood, let me tell you … this floor is scarlet. I am not…