FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 639

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    So subtle sometimes. Under the radar. A blink, and there you are. Beside me, inside me. So much so that I nearly become you. There are no words. Not now.

  • Love letter # 217

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    Ask once and the answer is yes. Ask a hundred times and it will be no. My love will not hold up under scrutiny. It will not consistently meet the criteria. Neither will yours. Therefore, I shall not dissect and quantify your affections, just as I shall not expect them. Although you have said “I…

  • Love letter # 1001

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    Shall we apply the old standards…or would you like to break with convention? We could, of course, repeat old patterns. Bring the grime of history to our table. Start with a spark, end with a smear of ash. Rub more salt in. Or we could choose something else. But that is just fighting talk; and…

  • Love letter # 411

    Love letter # 411

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    Seeking distance. Numbness. A blaze of sex. Blur of intoxication. Defiant self-talk. Strip you from my skin. Tear that page out. Now the wound of folly. Dishonour. You only said goodbye. I scratched the paint from the walls. Hoping that the ruins would set me free. They did not. In time, this blood will clot,…

  • Love letter # 601

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    There is a language. I may once have been fluent. No more. All the signs are hieroglyphic. The gestures ambiguous. Today, I look at you and wonder. What is that smile, that look? Though I find myself wishing them hopeful, I remind myself that they are likely habit. A friendly disposition. An openness. Perhaps no…

  • Love letter # 555

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    There is nothing I can say here that you do not already know. This is merely an act of confirmation. Though it may be dressed in a thousand ways, the truth is naked. The end.

  • Love letter # 105

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    I am not sure what to say. Maybe nothing would be wiser. I could defer to the standard language, but those words are broken. What it boils down to is this: I like being with you, and I would like to spend more time in your presence. I do not feel the need to pretend…

  • Love letter # 95

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    I send this message knowing the chances of you receiving it are slender. I have no expectation of an answer, nor of any other exceptional outcome. Life is not Netflix. We are not destined. In lieu of miracles, I speak for the joy of speaking. To have it said. To know it is out there.…

  • Love letter # 578

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    You ask me why, knowing there is no ready answer. These things are not rational. There is no checklist. Love is not given as a prize, nor as a reward for effort. I realise this sounds harsh – evasive – for I have been you more often than not. I have longed for, courted, endeavoured…

  • Love letter # 732

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    There are moments when everything is so clear, as though the hidden simplicity of things was made abundantly known. This may seem metaphysical – spiritual – yet it is as close as kindness. In this light we see ourselves. Fragile and fraught. We have the gift of love in our hands, yet so often we…