FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 466

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    How would it be if I did not love you? Easier for you – for me? No guessing left to do? No diplomatic tip-toe? If the sight of you did not fill me full of longing and sweetness, if you were not the first thing I thought of every day, if you were not the…

  • Love letter # 234

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    “When you let yourself be wrong, then you will know the truth.” I am not sure if this is an old saying or not – but it makes sense to me in our current circumstance. I do not for one moment believe it will make you run to my arms – as I wish you…

  • Love letter # 370

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    You ask me what is wrong; although I cannot believe you do not know. There is nothing wrong, per se – only that I love you – and that I have done so for ages. Silently, because I respect your situation. In my head, because it is the only safe place for me to say…

  • Love letter # 229

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    Though we may dream of it, I think we all eventually come to accept that there is no perfection in these things. No one can fulfil us completely. Indeed, those we love most often create disappointment. I realise that this is your experience – and of course it is mine too. This is why you…

  • Love letter # 209

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    I don’t care about the hundred thousand reasons not to be together. I only care about being with you. I’ve heard all the reasons why it won’t work, but I am only interested in the overwhelming sense that it might; and that we should, at the very least, try. True, it will change the friendship…

  • Love letter # 154

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    How much I have not wanted to write this letter. How long I have delayed it. Turned it over in my head – in my gut. But alas, I feel that I need to say this: I can no longer continue. Though I trust you, I also feel that you toy with my feelings –…

  • Love letter # 214

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    Only by my hunger could I hope to measure you. Only by desire. And by not seeing exactly what I desired, I became blind to the love I already had. It was as though you could never love me enough. So in the end you stopped. For if my love will not do … I…

  • Love letter # 386

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    Why do I grasp? Snatch at? Investigate? Suspect? Because I am afraid. That you won’t love me. That really…you don’t care. And why do I want you to care? Because when we are loved – truly – we bask in the untroubled light of our own possibility. We are at our most magnificent. Cleansed of…

  • Love letter # 142

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    Most years I scoff at the idea of Valentine’s Day. It’s such an obvious Hallmark occasion, a corporate concoction designed to give us something to buy during the slowest part of the retail calendar. All that flowers and candlelit dinner shit. It’s so goddam suburban. Puke. I know you know what I mean – which…

  • Letter to the lonely girl

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    I saw you when you first came into the bar. You were with your man. Your eyes, your smile, they were loving him – full of such care and wanting. So much kindness. And I was melted right there. But he turned his shoulder – flirted with the pretty, skinny girl standing next to him.…