FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 470

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    It doesn’t take much. Just your name. Spoken, thought of or written down. Four letters to let loose the storm. To break the night open. Smash the atoms. Destroy the ramparts of denial. For you are the end of my arrogance and the beginning of my nakedness. You are the eviscerating force that reduces bullish…

  • Love letter # 329

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    Facebook told me it was your birthday, so I posted the usual blurb on your Timeline – but it said nothing about how seeing your name and remembering you triggered me. With a thought I was seventeen and seeing you again in the gold autumn light after school. You were so close to me but…

  • Because we wanna ride it to the end

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    You said, how was it we found each other? I replied, because we wanna ride it to the end. We know this now. It’s been confirmed a thousand times. It’s why there is an ever growing space between them and us. Why they snitch. Talk behind their hands. Smile in that condescending way. Take pity…

  • Love letter # 433

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    I was enveloped by you. Saturated, as if by monsoon rain. Just to be near you. To watch the rise and fall of your breathing. To see the exquisite detail of your lashes. To feel the warmth of your form and the gravity of your presence. I did not need words for it then –…

  • Love letter # 328

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    It happened a couple of days ago. It wasn’t a surprise but it did burst a bubble. Intellectually, knowing it is one thing. Emotionally, seeing it so clearly demonstrated is another. Hope and fantasy thrive on denial, on pretending, on maybe maybe – but they cannot be sustained when reality is so unwittingly played out.…

  • Love letter # 350

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    We are, both of us, old enough to understand that some things can’t be fought. Neither will they be solved or made better with wishing, ideology, or just ‘going along’. It’s true – I could simply use you for the sex and kindness you are offering; but then, what happens when the deed is done…

  • Love letter # 717

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    And so it has come to this. The bridge that will not be crossed. The line that separates the wishing from the will not be. Yet, although I have been here so many times before, I too am rent as though by newly inflicted wounds. For I know so well your side of the line.…

  • Love letter # 447

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    Time may well have washed us all away, eroded every last vestige of us and consigned that very idea to photo albums and dusty keepsakes, but there is still a room inside me filled with a kind of light; and even though I realise the utter pointlessness of regret there are still moments when the…

  • Love letter # 396

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    There is no law – no God, no ruling, no ethical injunction, no spiritual brownie points to be gained – nothing that says you have to want this. This I shall give to you freely, but only if you will freely accept it. I will offer no argument, make no case, perform no empty rituals.…

  • Love letter # 343

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    It is as simple as this: I think of you and a wave of warmth and tenderness washes over me, and all of my fears dissolve in that moment.