Author: Paul Ransom
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Love letter # 392
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…
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Love letter # 363
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…
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Love letter # 481
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…
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Love letter # 509
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,…
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Love letter to the world
Look around. What do you see? People scurrying. Planning, making, doing. Ticking off bucket lists and achieving objectives. Bettering themselves. Head down, bum up in the dense and detailed thicket of living. There is nothing inherently wrong in this. After all, we have such a tiny window of awareness that it makes sense for us…
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Love letter # 341
You are the point of stillness at the centre of everything. You are the silence inside the sound. The empty house to which everything returns. The kingdom after the fall. When the fury of all our doing subsides, we shall be with you. If I lose sight of this when you’re gone, I recall it…
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Love letter # 429
Though my intellect is telling me to detach – to move on, to understand this as just another in a long line of delusions – something in my heart will not let it go. I get that this is all a result of base desires and fundamental character flaws and that the romance of finding…
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Love letter # 398
When I remove the filters and look at things clearly, one question repeats itself in my head and in my heart. When I take stock of your actions – and contrast them with your words – I am left asking: how exactly am I meant to interpret this? When you say that no one else…
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Love letter # 352
If there was a switch that made it easier for me to formulate a rational response to this, I would not be sending you this message. But then there’s your sexy mouth and all the spells that it breathes in my ear – and my hunger for their promise is deeper and stronger than my…
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