FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • For if you will take my hand…

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    Paul Ransom
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    We may well be lost. Broken. It may all be pointless. Doomed. This road we stumble down might lead to nowhere. Oblivion. Yet should you choose to walk this way with me…then, my angel, all beauty shall flower for you and I, and we shall take our remaining steps as though carried by the slow…

  • Love letter # 975

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s not just that you have brought something vital and electrifying to my life but rather that your advent – and the fact of my loving you so – has transfigured the whole world. If once I thought it corny, I am now in awe. Today I walk in beauty. Tonight I shall sleep in…

  • Love letter # 338

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    Paul Ransom
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    Looking at your behaviour, (analysing your words, checking out your body language, noting what you seem to prioritise), it occurs to me that you may have it all wrong. I do not love you for your money or your success – am not drawn to your status and apparent power. I care not for your…

  • Love letter # 279

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    Paul Ransom
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    Each time I convince myself not to bother – reason one, excuse two, etcetera – you turn me round. Whenever I find myself walking away, you argue me back. Not with pleas or promises but with the irresistible power of your beauty. For though I see and feel all the obstacles stacked up against this,…

  • 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…