FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • 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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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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…

  • Love letter # 378

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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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…