FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 559

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    Paul Ransom
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    This evening, amidst the detectable softening of winter and the sweet aromatic emergence of spring, I felt you on my skin. Or was it your absence that quickened my senses? The vacated space you formerly inhabited, the quiet that once resonated with your proximity. Was the scented air in my nostrils the remnant mist of…

  • Love letter # 497

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    Paul Ransom
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    So there’s this girl. Lithe, slender. Maybe a little melancholy. She likes to wear charcoal black jeans. She lets her long hair flow whenever she can. And then there are her eyes – illuminated with fires I recognise. I wonder sometimes: is she is looking into me? Showing me a sign. Holding out the possibility.…

  • Letter to the lighter of 500 fires

    Letter to the lighter of 500 fires

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was on a night like this. That’s when it all began; and everything before it ended. Ten years ago, almost to the hour. We were gathered for your birthday. You were turning 22. I was nearly twice that. At some point, prompted by you, we snuck away from the party and you said, “You…

  • Love letter # 435

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    Paul Ransom
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    You passed me on the stairs and, over shoulders, with half turns, our eyes locked. I spied you in the corner of a room, your thoughts in clouds, looking as though you knew. I watched you as you walked – and as you drew near. We very nearly brushed against each other. Like me, you…

  • Love letter # 388

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    Paul Ransom
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    A lively mind, a playful spirit, a sense of irreverence – these are the things that draw me to you. Your way with words, your devilish eye, the way you tease; but also your fire and the way you just don’t give a damn when others cast their petty judgement on you. I love the…

  • Love letter # 406

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    Paul Ransom
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    Yes, I get to receive your love, and for this I am honoured and deeply thankful – but more than this, you let me love you and that, my friend, that is where the profoundest, most liberating joy is to be found. For when I am in the act of loving you it is as…

  • Love letter # 512

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    Paul Ransom
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    Everything changes, this we know, and our attempts to keep things as they are fly in the face of logic and evidence. Yet, for all that, my unfaltering love for you. Like an eternal, indivisible force – or rather, a clear and unmoving viewpoint from which to gaze out upon the world. A sublime centrality.…

  • Love letter # 420

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    Paul Ransom
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    Hey, this might be little more than a ‘friends with benefits’ thing…but we can call it love if we want. After all, it is just a word, a symbol of something shared between people, an indicator of something more special than the merely average or convenient. Sure, we can shy away from it if you…

  • Love letter # 532

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    Paul Ransom
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    I walked into a fire to be with you – and now I live in the river of indescribable beauty. I tore off the hinges to let you in, so that you might lay ruin to my kingdom. At your golden behest, I reached up to the canopy of heaven, only for it to rain…

  • Love letter to the girl in the beautiful dress

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    Paul Ransom
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    I noticed you earlier in town. I was idling over a long black, not really doing anything, when you emerged from the city throng, like a vessel long ensnared beneath, afloat at last. Bathed in light. We did not speak. Nary a glance was passed between us. You just sat nearby, took out a notebook…