FREE LOVE LETTERS

Tag: Contemporary love letters

  • Love letter # 527 Because I had no other way, I arranged coincidences. It was not difficult. Our routines made it easy for me to be at the same cafeteria, to catch the same train. We would talk and I would wonder. Could I make you notice me? Did you see what I saw? Then…

  • Love letter # 629 Once, in the garden of stars, it seemed like we were side by side – but that was a trick of the light. From the vantage of great distance alone did we appear together. Here, the space is beyond our measure. You are on the other side of the sky. I…

  • Love letter # 577 Because you see us from afar, we are all tiny…like stars.

  • Love letter # 596 I went through the things recently, the assorted goods and chattel of living, and I threw most of it out. Dusty leftovers of erstwhile passions, the surplus machines of modern domesticity, the souvenir trinkets of memories already smudged. Then, when I surveyed the surviving pile, I knew without counting that it…

  • Love letter # 552 With you, I ascend and descend. With you, I am both stilled and in flow. With you, I rest in silent calm…and wonder…have I found my voice at last?

  • Love letter # 612 There was a time when I would have said it – I love you – but now I do not know what this means. It used to seem obvious, but in hindsight perhaps it was simply a conflation of lust and other conditions. Now, with you, what I can say is…

  • Love letter # 548 Realising now. How I miss you. I thought I could walk away, but you are still with me. Coursing in my blood. In truth, you were my sanctuary. Now I feel exposed. Nearly raw. Yet really…it is not you; it is the feeling. I am sure I did not thank you…

  • Love letter # 534 An old song – one you introduced me to – and an idea. You breathe through the lyrics, and I feel again what I used to feel. The swoon. Your intoxicant promise. In a click I am searching you. What was last thing we said, typed? The slow, email coda of…

  • Love letter # 524 There is a tension in my jaw. It could be the fear of speaking up. So often we are punished for truth. Yet, if I reside in silence, what will it reveal? I can only guess how you might interpret it. For a state of not knowing is where I currently…

  • Love letter # 922 You/not you. I/not I. Outlines of a sketchily remembered tryst. Me on the dancefloor. You on the tennis court. A few bright days. Even fewer nights. Your eyes searching me. Was I the one? Were you? No…as we soon discovered. A spasm of lust – lips and hips and hands –…