FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • 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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    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…

  • Love letter # 302

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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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    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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    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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    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…