FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 407

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    Paul Ransom
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    I hereby acknowledge the downside to my capacity for and desire to give and receive love. It has led me into serious misjudgement and involved me in psychologically damaging relationships. Furthermore, it has allowed poisonous opportunists to manipulate and abuse me. My affections have been toyed with, and my openness and availability have made me…

  • Love letter # 331

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    Paul Ransom
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    There are a whole bunch of things that I wish weren’t true – like the fact that I can’t keep my eyes off you. Or my dreams from wandering where they shouldn’t. To the edges of your treasure. To the soft electric shimmer of your sway. The calm yet yearning pools that live within your…

  • Love letter # 317

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    Paul Ransom
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    To you, finally, I can speak. Show. Become. And all the lies – so many fucking lies – they are no longer required. Like the frontier undefended. Ramparts abandoned. For in you, all the reason I ever needed to destroy the masks. Because you alone have seen me without the need for the shallow acclamation…

  • Love letter # 909

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    Paul Ransom
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    Take me to the end – to the place where beauty is everything – where the cell of Oneness melts into the sea of Twoness. For when I know you, I know me. And our love is the mirror by which we come into being. Because there is a shadow and there is a light;…

  • Love letter # 228

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    Wasn’t it true? Didn’t we know from day one? We had a language. Written in blood and stars. There were no silly vanities with us. We had no need for the distracting glare. In the world we made with our love, there was only love. It seems so wild to say it now – to…

  • Love letter # 290

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    Paul Ransom
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    I saw you this morning – but I’m fairly sure you didn’t see me. What struck me was how light you seemed. Your complexion. The way your hair fell. The jaunty rhythm of your walk. I was reminded of the sirens in your eyes and of all the madness they used to induce in me.…

  • Love letter # 330

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    When I walked beside you yesterday it was as though the pelting rain were washing me clean. Drowning me in a beautiful monsoon. Turning the parched terrain into a sea of flowers. Yes, it may well have been a grand delusion – but what spellbinding hallucination it was. For a few moments, I was light…

  • Love letter # 248

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    Paul Ransom
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    Hindsight maybe cruel, even unfair – but it illuminates the patterns that repeat in our lives. The dramas that play out over and over. And it makes us ask the question. What exactly was it that I thought I wanted? I can see now why you left. I pushed, you pulled. I wasn’t sure, so…

  • Love letter # 417

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    My love for you is almost entirely imagined. It exists in the velvety realm between fantasy and despair. Silly ideas and simple facts. It brings them together. Tears them apart. And who knows what else? Because you certainly haven’t noticed. Perhaps one day you will stop – and there will be that moment. The one…

  • Love letter # 380

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    Paul Ransom
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    Have you ever felt that someone really gets you? Sees you, hears you? I used to answer no to all these questions. Then I met you.