FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 469

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    Paul Ransom
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    The sheer power of a solitary word can sometimes be overwhelming; like when I struggle to say your name out loud. It is as though my body remembers the very shape of the breath it takes to form the sound and, in doing so, goes back in time. To the singing temple bell of your…

  • Love letter # 322

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    There are so many reasons to say no. Like the world. And bruises. Like all the busted myths we no longer believe. And the fact that it’s easier to be alone than to contemplate another wound. Cos we’re so over scars, aren’t we? I mean, who needs the drama. It’s just so fucking teenage. So…

  • Love letter # 762

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    I think you know how grateful I am. It could so easily have been different. A turn of the corner here, a small delay there, and the river of chaos that bumped us together would have swept us oblivious to destinations we can now only wonder about. Our real fortune, of course, is that we…

  • Love letter # 489

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    You were in my dreams all night. I woke up with your beautiful dark eyes sparkling at me – and I was reminded of the person I came to know in private; the tender, vulnerable, passionate one. The one who is bursting with love. Yet, we both know this is not the version we see…

  • The space you once coloured with wonder

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    The mundane so often reveals itself to be a quiet form of the profound. Like yesterday. Sitting watching a simple scene – a disjointed gathering of strangers at a café. It was as if I could see it all being played out unwittingly before me. In one corner, a group of girls – young women…

  • Letter to the random Chinese girl on the 96

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    You will never know this – but by the accident of collision you breached the perimeter. Touched me. Gave me a shiver that I was not expecting. That has given me pause. You will not remember this – but you sat next to me. Your arm against mine, our shoulders brushing, the smell of shampoo…

  • Love letter # 397

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    I always loved you. It’s just that you never knew – or didn’t want to. Or maybe you just pretended. Never mind. Ultimately, it spared us.

  • Love letter # 359

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    Your beauty surrounds me. The light that shines from you. The intelligence. Your tenderness. The almost blinding loveliness of your laughter. So much so that I can barely speak. And I am compelled to hold my breath, so as not to sigh like honey when you look at me. Then, when I close my eyes,…

  • Love letter # 342

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    You know as well as I do that things are not great between us right now; and I think we both know that pride and vanity have got in the way. Perhaps even ideology. Words we disagree on. Is this not ridiculous? Aren’t there bigger things at stake than our ego and our desire for…

  • Love letter # 562

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    I won’t lie. It’s like a knife. This silence. Distance. The way that abundant promise has winked into nothing in just a few months. From everything to this. I still don’t know why it went the way it did. What it was in you that said no. I guess it doesn’t matter. Explanations are a…