FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 252

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    Quite possibly, you are too beautiful for me. As I stand on the brink of your kiss, I feel like someone about to drown. The sheer power of you is frightening, and I wonder if the hunger that will be unleashed in me will ever be sated. Will I forever be left wanting and wondering?…

  • Love letter # 313

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    When from the glittering sea you first emerged, body bedizened in salt and sand, I thought that you were the angel of summer. Of all my summers. And wrapped up in your fine form…every dream I ever had. All the promises ever made by every lover who passed me by. For yours was the beauty…

  • Love letter # 361

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    Someone asked me why you and I split up. You two seemed perfect, they said. The irony here is that it was a failure to be perfect that caused us to separate. In the beginning, we were one another’s heroes. In the end we were just ordinary. Not awful or abusive – just flawed and…

  • Love letter # 226

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    When you see the vicious volcano in me – all fire and spit and ash – what you are seeing is the conflagration in my soul. The one that still lights up the skies for you. Despite everything. Lies, betrayal, etc. Perhaps one day you will wear my vitriol as a badge of honour. A…

  • Love letter # 247

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    Because we were together, nothing else mattered. I am sure we now both find that sentiment a little far-fetched and adolescent. Having worked out that what we really wanted to put our efforts into were money and achievement and status, we naturally drifted apart. No little wonder there. So now we have a house of…

  • Love letter # 488

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    It’s ridiculous. Trying not to think about you is thinking about you. Making out I no longer care is caring with all my heart. I have tried to cut you out – to surgically remove the million traces you have left inside me – but perhaps all I have succeeded in doing is creating a…

  • Love letter # 377

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    Even after all this time I would still die in your place; because it was you who showed me a way of living that I had not previously imagined. When I first loved you the whole world came to life, and I discovered a new way of being. With you, I unearthed the real joy…

  • Love letter # 243

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    You move like a river through this desert of mine. You fall like the rain upon my parched and broken ground. You rise like the moon on the blackest night. And everything glows. Deeply, and with low planetary sighs, I turn towards you. My love is like a force of nature; a rock in space…

  • Love letter # 230

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    Paul Ransom
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    I realise now the extent to which you lied to me; the manner in which you ruthlessly manipulated my affection for you. Of late, I have been very angry about this – furiously imagining encounters in which I get to hold you accountable. Yet, I know that I allowed it. If you were cynical, I…

  • Love letter # 84

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    Talking to you now, after all this time, I am reminded of what it is I miss: emotional availability, compassion, unabashed honesty and the withholding of judgement. These are the qualities that still typify you and I. Even now – long after the storms that broke us up. Perhaps it is an easy thing to…