FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 302

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    Paul Ransom
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    I loved you from the very first moment I saw you, for reasons that aren’t reasons. Today, I think of this miraculous confluence as an act of recognition. Of twin souls reconnecting. I realise that this is a highly romantic interpretation of events, but of all the explanations I can reasonably summon, it is the…

  • Love letter # 277

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    From the distance of now, it is safe to say that I would have offered you everything. I would have run with you wherever – however far from everything that was. I am almost certain that this would have been a grand folly – but at least I would have known the thrill of it.…

  • Love letter # 339

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is arresting – humbling – to catch yourself hoping when all rational expectation is long dead. In spite of all my previous declarations and determinations, a stubborn candle burned. Little more than a slurry of wax smouldering in a dim corner of fantasy. Yet still alight. For desire pays no heed to evidence. So…

  • Love letter # 305

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    Paul Ransom
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    Although time and aeroplanes have put distance between us – and mismatched desires once drove a knife into our togetherness – the years and the miles have not dulled my central affection for you. Whatever the dramas and disputes were back then, the light that drew me to you shines as bright as it ever…

  • Love letter # 224

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    Paul Ransom
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    To live is to share; this is what I now realise. All my previous striving and apparent achievement gave me nothing that was not simply vanity or distraction in the guise of victory. In my pomp I rattled around in a room of echoes – hearing only the narcissistic babble of self. And even in…

  • Love letter # 223

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    Thank God for the advent of the sexy barista. Makes my routine sparkle. When I know you’re on, I cannot wait to get out and come down to your café, to sit in my usual spot and let you pull the shots. Even in your work clothes I can see how your beautiful body moves…

  • Love letter # 399

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    Paul Ransom
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    However poorly things turned out – however awkward this is for us now – please remember that whatever else is true, I only ever tried to love you. Perhaps I did some things in pursuit of this which were not 100% honest, but I was fighting for your hand – staying in the game –…

  • Love letter # 282

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    Paul Ransom
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    When you came into the room unexpectedly last night, the calmness that I had felt all day dissipated in a heartbeat. That same heart was suddenly in my throat. Sense of calm replaced with shudders. It’s why I fled. It’s why I’m writing this. Also, I feel it is only fair that you know why…

  • Love letter # 367

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    Paul Ransom
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    Sometimes, when you are near to me, I feel as though a vast and slow moving waveform is travelling quietly but inexorably within me. Through me. That you are as the moon and I am as the tides – lifted up by you. It is a humble feeling, and I surrender to it utterly; and…

  • Love letter # 268

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    When the skin is blood and the heart is fire, and the mind is the sound of the driving rain, this is when I will know for sure. That there is only one path I can take – and it will lead me to your door. To the point where I will lay it all…