FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • 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…

  • Love letter # 466

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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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…