FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 334

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    He sits waiting by the window at his favourite café, looking at his watch. She keeps her phone by her side, wondering when it will ring; startling at anything that sounds remotely like it might be him on the line. Now they both know what most of us come to know – the longing that…

  • Love letter # 368

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    Paul Ransom
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    Once we had that classic thing; you and me against the world. Sure, it was a delusion but at the time it was the most powerful and wonderful thing. I felt as though somebody, at last, got me. Together we were everything. Now, when I look back, I am tempted to see the ashes of…

  • Love letter # 373

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    Paul Ransom
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    This is for all of us – the great unremembered. The ones who shall end in dust. In this universe of time we are but sub-atomic flickers. In the crush of history, we are the buried empires – the nameless bones – the unrecorded particulars. Less than forgotten. Barely distinguishable from the great nothing. And…

  • Love letter # 274

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    I may chance upon a million or more brilliant stars in heaven, yet no brighter light have I seen but you.

  • Love letter # 340

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    When I loved you in the absence of detail there was only love; and in this way I held you in my arms and looked into your eyes and saw that I was not alone. Thank you.

  • Love letter # 311

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    Paul Ransom
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    Today I was trying to remember. What was life like before you? Who was I? I understand that this sounds melodramatic but when I think of all the changes that swept in with the storm front of your arrival, I realise that there is no overstatement in those questions. (Pardon the pun). Loving you unbound…

  • Love letter # 395

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    In the face of everything I do not and cannot know, I know what it is I want – and though I understand that there are no guarantees, I would still prefer it. It is a simple thing; perhaps naïve and primitive, yet still it feels profound. So I wonder…will you reach out across the…

  • Love letter # 462

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    I had a dream – the one of you that didn’t quite turn out. It was made from the sadness in your eyes, and from the detailed loveliness of your bony fingers. Carved from the litheness of your form. Painted in the dusty alabaster of your skin. Made from the stories I wished were true.…

  • Love letter # 258

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    I sometimes think you must have fallen from the sky. I, at any rate, did not see you coming. There was a blink – and there you were. Standing next to me. So beautiful and radiant that I was taken aback. Almost concussed. Not knowing what else to do but go along. In a way,…

  • Love letter # 384

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    Paul Ransom
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    Realising how uncool it is these days to admit to something as old school as love, I do so anyway. How else to explain the way I feel about you? What other word to apply to the warmth that courses through me at your proximity? I do not propose to sacrifice my self-respect or put…