FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • 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.

  • Love letter # 469

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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…