FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 290

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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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    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.

  • 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…