FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 337

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    Paul Ransom
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    As I have grown older I have come to realise that part of loving is knowing when to stop. Much as it saddens me to say, that time has now come. Your accidental utterance – your Freudian slip – let the cat out of the bag; and though my heart is broken, my mind is…

  • Love letter # 272

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    Paul Ransom
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    Life, it seems, is a series of risks. We wager everything on the delusion of success or on the fallacy of profit. Many of us place our bets on failure and take the chance that trying to avoid pain will make us happy. But I will take the risk of possible tears for you. I…

  • Love letter # 221

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    Paul Ransom
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    I was so afraid to ask you that I had to write this letter instead. The words I tried to form got stuck. Disassembled at the sight of you. Maybe I thought I was too old for this kind of adolescent nervousness. How wrong your beauty proved that to be. And so here it is…

  • Love letter # 275

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    Paul Ransom
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    It seems we all get stuck on semantics. Boyfriend/girlfriend, partner/lover or ‘just’ friends. Yet, when I think about what it is I want to share with you, it’s definitely not a label. In a way, the so-called relationship I wish I had with you revolves around some very simple understandings. I would have it that…

  • Love letter # 499

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    Paul Ransom
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    There is a certain song – I’m sure you know the one. Whenever it plays I am in your arms. Suddenly, the distractions of my busy day and the vanity of my ambitions are dissolved, and I am reconnected with what truly matters. My unbounded, undying and all-encompassing love for you. The sheer beauty of…

  • Love letter # 382

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    Paul Ransom
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    The days are fine. It’s the evenings that do it. Make the years intolerable. As though time itself had ground us down. We used to seem like angels – now we seem like dust. And so I wonder – are we held together by what we used to be? By the lingering fantasy of you…

  • Love letter # 232

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    Paul Ransom
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    Loving you has been really good for my weight – because whenever I see you I am sick with nerves and simply cannot eat. Your impact is so utterly physical; and all of my fine assertions and splendid determinations are simply melted on sight. It’s as though I have no defence whatever. Something about you…

  • Love letter # 870

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    Paul Ransom
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    After today I love you even more. It’s not that you’re suddenly better looking or more desirable. Rather, it’s that you have allowed me to be absolutely honest. And you have returned the favour. Even now you know what’s driving me – sometimes eating me, scaring me, crushing me – you still have room for…

  • Love letter # 218

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    Paul Ransom
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    The end of isolation and bitterness does not lie behind a wall. It rests in the arms of love. The demons shall not be chased out by darkness. They shall be banished by the light. It is when we allow ourselves to be loved that our fear and mistrust finally dissolve. For the past cannot…

  • Love letter # 251

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    Paul Ransom
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    I know I have said it a million times – perhaps I will say it a million times more – but for me it bears repeating. It is why I am here today. On the crest of something. Because if asked what I would have given for you, I would have said burn everything. Set…