FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • 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…

  • Love letter # 588

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    I do not care what anyone says, yet I will listen first to you. Others may think what they like, but I would like to think you think fondly of me. You above others. Only you. I see the way you see. I move in the space you allow. In the silence you leave between…

  • Love letter # 646

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    I wrote your name in a thousand places. One for each night I lay broken. Did anyone ever wonder? Perhaps you simply sat next to me one day, then routinely walked away. And this is all nothing.  

  • Love letter # 542

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    There are certain forms of beauty – nature, music – that bring me back to you; and in doing so make plain the bittersweet breadth of the distance between us. Yet, in these moments, you fill that space, the valley of time, and, by some fanciful conjuring, collapse the years to the nearness of touch.…

  • It will all be taken

    It will all be taken

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    Paul Ransom
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    Love while you can. Embrace it now. For even this shall be gone. We may set our stall against the declining of the sun, yet still it will set. I may promise you forever, yet this too shall be broken. Our wisdom, our folly, and everything we remember – forgotten. Now, our fruiting garden. Tomorrow,…

  • The waiters

    The waiters

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    A short story about patience  PLEASE NOTE: In truth, the following is not really a love letter, per se, but a ‘love themed’ meditation on the value of patience and the sublime art of waiting. Should you prefer, you can read the piece as it was originally shared on our sister blog, As If You…

  • Love letter # 531

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    I dreamt about you last night…and no, I did not fall out of bed twice. I was, however, reminded. Moved. Nothing erotic or classically romantic happened; in fact, our interactions were unspectacular. But that was the thing. The intimacy was easy. Me complimenting you on your dress. You filling me in on your plans for…