FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 378

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    Do I stand a chance with you? Is there a way for me to get through your many layers of defence? Or are your reasons really excuses? Fear in the guise of determination? We both know that when someone says they are not looking for a relationship what they really mean is that the right…

  • Love letter # 238

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    You probably already know but I’ll say it anyway. When we’re together I am alive with both desire and uncertainty. Your closeness, your flirtatious eyes, they ignite me – and even though I know you are taken, I burn just the same. I would like to reach across the space between us and complete the…

  • Love letter # 257

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    Yesterday, when you were standing next to me, it was obvious. Today, more so. The thing we had. The way we resonated. So deep and wordless. Yet still we walked away. So why, after all these years, did it take no more than a moment to feel again the motion of the quiet and beautiful…

  • Letter to the nice guy

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    You have never met me – most likely you never will – but I fear I may have witnessed a sliver of your life that is very telling. While your attention was rightly focused elsewhere, I sat watching you and your girl. She was so bright and effervescent, so sure of her attractiveness, so at…

  • Love letter # 381

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    I keep looking at that photo – the one where your eyes loom out of the crowd, looking straight down the barrel, enigmatic smile on your kissable lips. I keep wondering what you were thinking and why you seem to be looking right through me. Or if I’m just a delusional fool who is being…

  • Love letter # 256

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    You and I both know that there is no fairy tale – that these things move in cycles. From making me want to be the best I could be to accepting me at my worst, and vice versa, we have seen the beautiful and the busted. Yet here we are. Clinging to our life raft.…

  • Love letter # 390

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    You should probably not touch me like that – nor stand so close – for you might start a fire that ends up with me in cinders.

  • Love letter # 253

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    You, who are my angel, you are my destroyer too – and I shall be neither the first nor the last to drown in the act of loving. This is the vessel of my sorrow, the broken raft of my undelivered fury. Like nails in me. Pretty, pretty punctures. Leftover from your kiss. How the…

  • Love letter # 309

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    It is not that I am especially broken – nor particularly wise – just a little wary. More than just bruises. Deep fissures; some of which have turned to a kind of freezing trepidation. Which makes me look at you with a mix of terror and desire. Tenderness and suspicion. This could be the legacy…

  • Love letter # 233

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    In this fevered imagination of mine, I am in your arms. You are lying next to me, lips pressed onto mine, your eyes ablaze with the idea of us. We are beasts and beauties all at once, melted in the furnace of our touch. We sweat to be together. Sigh to be as one. Then…