FREE LOVE LETTERS

Month: January 2011

  • Love letter # 85

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    Paul Ransom
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    Yesterday, a friend of mine asked, “Does it ever go away?” I had to say that it didn’t. Even now, after God knows, my breath still catches. I could not, with any confidence, nominate the precise moment you carved your name inside me, but I can tell you now the letters still bleed. It’s not…

  • Love letter # 69

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    Paul Ransom
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    All the usual things got said – it won’t last, that feeling will fade – but here I am…loving you even more. It’s the little cracks, the chinks in your armour, the grumpy thing you do sometimes. These, and other imperfections are the very structure of your beauty. If this is the so-called sickness, long…

  • Love letter # 10

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    Paul Ransom
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    Do I need to list the reasons? I could go on … but surely you know by now. There is a key in the hallway – and there is a door with my number upon it. Everything else is yours.

  • 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 # 41

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    Paul Ransom
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    Now that I am in your light, now that I have tasted you, I breathe in the age old epiphany of skin. All this talk, all these symbols – they are meagre compared to the soft crush of surrender. My bottled urgency has gone to water. The sting has been excised. It took the merest…

  • Love letter # 89

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    Paul Ransom
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    You said: ‘How did this all start?” I said: “In the usual way.” Call it hope, call it plain old gravity – hell, you could even call it stupidity. We weren’t the first. Doesn’t everybody want to believe, if only just once? I for one loved the intoxication of star shine. And no, I don’t…

  • Love letter # 110

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    Paul Ransom
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    Having endeavoured to maintain a modicum of sanity I must now confess to abject failure in this regard. I look back across the gulf that separates me from my old self, and the mad river is you. Naturally, there are blessings: the coldness that surrounded me, the dullness in my heart – they have been…

  • Love letter # 24

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    Paul Ransom
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    For the times we had, I offer simple gratitude. I am profoundly grateful for the beautiful days and the satin nights. I give thanks for the times you called to tell me you loved me. I am blessed to have held you in my arms. It was my incredible fortune to kiss you. I thank…

  • 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 # 51

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    Paul Ransom
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    I saw a girl who looked like you; she made me tremble. With a trivial turn of her head, with an accidental glance, she took an old man’s composure and made wide eyes of it. She won’t even remember. I do nothing but. The children are playing now, the ghosts are out of their cupboards;…