FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 223

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    Paul Ransom
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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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    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…

  • Love letter # 337

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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…