FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 304

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    Paul Ransom
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    We can do this. All those external voices, the ones proffering their usual array of pre-digested objections – family, honour, class, culture – these are but the declarative choir of history, the pent up demand of billions of disappointed souls who said no and who now wish us to repeat their timid capitulation. But why…

  • Love letter # 450

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    Paul Ransom
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    You could be the most beautiful person I ever met. You might be the one they call ‘the one’. This is what drives me. To try. To fight for you. I take on board the possibility of abject failure – call it rejection – but I would rather gamble on that than take the chance…

  • Love letter # 294

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    Paul Ransom
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    I am so glad you came into my life; even though it is apparent you will not ultimately choose me. (Maybe I am wrong here. Either way, that choice is yours to make – and I leave you to it.) For my part, how good it is to be flooded with sweetness, to be transformed…

  • Love letter # 537

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    Paul Ransom
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    Yes, it’s you. You I want to love in a crazy, unrestrained way. With all the intense and euphoric madness I possess. With this river inside me. In the ecstasy of belting rain. Like a kind of bursting. As though I were a loud and wild song. As if I was an everlasting candle burning…

  • Love letter # 432

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    Paul Ransom
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    Forgive me if I’m being blunt – but what is so terrifying about love? Why have so many people closed themselves down? Why have you? Of course you can get hurt. Yes, it can bleed. No, the Hollywood fairy tale doesn’t come true for most of us. Yet what would you rather? A half dead…

  • Love letter # 314

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    Paul Ransom
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    There are no rules here. Barely even protocol. Just feeling the way I do. Risking it all to tell you. Accepting that even the most heartfelt confession is no guarantee. So too – no need for apology; and certainly not guilt. The ache I carry today is simply the price of hoping. Of being dazzled…

  • Love letter # 307

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    Paul Ransom
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    From where I sit, I cannot genuinely know what you want, but this I can say: if it’s warmth and closeness, if it’s a deep and lasting connection, shelter in a storm, fire in the night, the idea that someone has your back, that somebody will put you before others, perhaps even before themselves, that…

  • Love letter # 425

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    Paul Ransom
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    All I know is that when you sent me that txt last night my heart rate doubled in an instant. My blood surged. A king tide of warmth washed through me. I have tried to keep these feelings at bay – aware of how easily they could unseat me, how entirely vulnerable they could render…

  • Love letter # 523

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    Paul Ransom
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    We are both adults. We know how these things go. So yes, it’s true, I am holding back. Yet, what If I loved you? What if I burned? What if you smiled in return?

  • Love letter # 463

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    Paul Ransom
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    I can see that you are in denial. Your closed eyes cannot hide the fire. For I have that flame in me. It is the light by which I see.