FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 1000

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    Paul Ransom
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    Let’s call this the end, shall we? Pack up our dreaming and go. Leave the scatterlings behind. All the odds and ends of our years. The ashes of our love and the exhausted batteries of our resistance to time’s inevitable and heedless smear of dust and forgetting. Once we had a thing – a pact…

  • Love letter # 308

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    Paul Ransom
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    Your picture popped up in my news feed. A big party smile. Your eyes alive. It shot me through. My heart thundered. And it was clearer to me than ever. Try as I might to find other explanations, the simple fact is that I am totally in love with you.

  • Love letter # 549

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    Paul Ransom
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    When did we stop listening? At what point did boundless love morph into a tiring habit? How long since we beheld one another with joy or desire? These, I suppose, are the standard issue dilemmas of the long term relationship. Perhaps they are just the inevitable victory of reality over idealism; the crush of pragmatism…

  • A letter from an invisible man

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    It happened the other day. A turn of the head. A beautiful woman walking by. Half a second’s eye contact. Thin polite smile. Then the thought: walking by. The weight of what it meant. For that’s what she will always be from now. Beauty that walks by. I remember the first time I heard someone…

  • Love letter # 449

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    Paul Ransom
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    You are a beautiful light in the world. You are all the far flung wonders. You are the songs inside me. And I am the traveller, drawn by your flame. An island you stopped to name. And here I am – dancing to the music you are. Walking in the way that you shine. Blessed,…

  • Love letter # 306

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    Paul Ransom
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    Back when I was even dumber, I pictured the perfect girl. In later years – sensibly – I gave up on her. Until you came along. The walking, breathing form of everything I ever privately dreamed. Beauty in the guise of a woman. Perhaps this is why I’m finding it so damn hard to let…

  • Love letter # 392

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    Paul Ransom
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    You will see me playing it cool, doing the right thing – being adult about it. You will notice that I leave early. That I no longer call. That I smile and nod on cue. I understand the act that is required of me. I even agree with the reasons for it. Even if arguing…

  • Love letter # 363

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    Paul Ransom
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    When the rushing and the distractions are over for the day, and I have no resistance to the thought of you, I am reminded. Of the beautiful fragility you evoke. Of that thing in my heart which needs no explaining, and cannot be explained away. I can hold you at bay in the daylight hours…

  • Love letter # 481

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    Paul Ransom
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    If once I hoped that time and distance would quell the fire – now I understand how spectacularly those gambits have failed. Seeing you again. So near. So fucking far away. What I had felt to be true was still true. Beating steady. Counting time. Measuring the distance between dread and desire. For you sit…

  • Love letter # 509

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    Paul Ransom
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    The memory of you is all the proof I need. We both know it didn’t turn out ideally for us – things in the way, human frailties, etc – but there is one thing I will never forget. The connection we had. That almost magical, mystical recognition. Like a permission to be. Whatever the gritty,…