FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 316

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in

    Emotional availability, compassion, fearless honesty, the withholding of judgement and a sense of union. It’s why I still love you. Why we’re still we.

  • Love letter # 946

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    When I am alone with you it is so obvious. Our love. Like a tiny flower. Or two little kids at play in a garden somewhere. Just too beautiful for the world. In public – in the company of the loud, the graceless and the complacent – it retreats. Not able to withstand the noise;…

  • Love letter # 471

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in

    They don’t know – but we do. That’s what marks us out from them. They respond to the truth with pacification, denial and judgement. And worse – advice. What we have they can only guess at. It’s why they think we’re strange. Cast their sideways glances. Yet what they may never work out is that…

  • Love letter # 389

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    It was a just a random thought. Something in the ether had brought you to mind – and then there was a flood, sweet like oblivion, and I was in the trance of remembering. Almost with you once more. What struck me was how physical it was. It was as though I could sense the…

  • Love letter # 1000

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    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

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in

    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

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in

    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

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in

    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

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in

    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

    —

    by

    Paul Ransom
    in ,

    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…