FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 516

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s true, I look at couples and see us. And there is a fracture in my heart. Hairline, but there. Like you once were. Before I chose. Of course I wonder; did I chase one thing and end up with another. Is this the mirage of my longing? I wanted this – whatever this is…

  • Love letter # 516

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    Perhaps all I ever did was pay attention. After all, that’s what beauty is. Noticing.   

  • Love letter # 572

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    Paul Ransom
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    Your light is the colour of possibility. In your luminous arena I believe. Here is the spring, unfettered by inevitable autumn. As I walk in the shine of your promise I feel you near; around the next bend. We will see one another, and we will know, and there will be a radiance, erasing distinction,…

  • Love letter # 600

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    Do I take the risk? Become vulnerable again. Open up to the possibility of joy and sorrow. Let someone in. We are no longer young and driven by the compulsions of sex and coupling. We have lived through the multiple disappointments of damaged intimacy and witnessed the collapse of flawed fantasy. Neither of us are…

  • Love letter # 515

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    Paul Ransom
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    My love for you has a mystical quality. It connects me. Blurs the borders of self. At times it is like I become you. I cannot fully explain it, so I will not try. In place of words, of formulations, I will simply be with you; and, if you wish it, we can just be…

  • Love letter # 0707

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    14. That’s how many years. Since you sat across from me. Dissolved me in your gaze. Seems like forever now. Yet…but an instant. A thought. The triggering of a current in my wires. I may not be the same man, but the body holds the charge you left in me. The memory tells its story…

  • Love letter # 518

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    We said no, even though we were on the cusp of yes. Looking at old phone footage – the way we interact, how close we stand, the way our bodies seem to signal a kind of unity – I see it clearly. More than ever. But it wasn’t to be. Our unspoken dance dissipated, morphing…

  • For we have surrendered all anchors for the liberty of stillness

    For we have surrendered all anchors for the liberty of stillness

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    Paul Ransom
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    I looked away, but you remained, and when my gaze returned, I saw you at last. The same; yet transformed. For it was my vision that had changed. Not my eyes but my way of seeing. How often I had looked upon you, how many ways I had regarded you, and yet not seen. Not…

  • Love letter # 569

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    Someone once told me, “Shopgirls, they never mean it.” I knew what she was alluding to. Over the counter flirtation is just that. A retail game. Something to oil the machine of the day. “Don’t read anything into it.” Of course not. But then again…there are days when the check-out flirt makes my day. This…

  • Love letter # 687

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    Paul Ransom
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    Was that you in the corner of the room? Is that why you kept looking across, your eyes seeming to invite connection? I rarely visit past haunts. They hold no attraction. Life moves in different orbits these days. Sometimes a few years will pass between returns. Each time the ghosts seem paler, the echoes hollowed…