FREE LOVE LETTERS

Month: September 2017

  • Love letter # 409

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    Paul Ransom
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    There is always a certain moment in the changing of the seasons, when the first soft afternoon of spring fills the air with scent and beautiful light, when I am once again the young and hopeful fool who sat beside you in the dappled sunshine. I breathe in, and my body remembers the electric shiver…

  • Love letter # 357

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    Paul Ransom
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    Love is one of those words – ideas, tropes, clichés – that gets misused all the time. Mistaken for lust and ownership, dependence and habit. We have, I’m certain, each been guilty of all of the above. Yet still we remain, despite the inadequacy of words and the grind of years. In spite of all…

  • 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,…

  • Ode to the checkout chick

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    Paul Ransom
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    I know I’m not the first single, middle aged guy to be smitten by the shopgirl thing – and I’m sure I won’t be the last. Especially if the girl in question is as gorgeous as you. It’s true I barely know you – just a name badge and beautiful smile – and I’m guessing…