FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 315

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    You were the storm that broke without warning – smashing down from a sky that had seemed clear just moments before. You were the gale that tore through the musty old house and ruffled all the dried up feathers. You were the dream girl who invaded my quarantined sleep. And then, when all the usual…

  • Love letter # 244

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is the light that makes the night seem darker – the black that makes the bright seem wondrous. These two are dancers. They move as one. I know this because I love you. And because I have this crazy feeling, I can see clearly that you don’t. I could be sad about this –…

  • Love letter # 320

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    Paul Ransom
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    Although it is now our habit to see the less attractive parts of our relationship – and I, like you, have wondered why I am still here – there are times when I recall the beauty. When I reconnect with the buzz and the undeniable sense of recognition. When I thank every available deity that…

  • Love letter # 324

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    After all our noise and triumphalism – when our empires have fallen and our vainglory has come to nothing – it is the smallest things that sustain us. The simple warmth of human contact. Of hello. Of the smile we give one another. Or the smooth and lovely feel of your hand in mine. So…

  • Love letter # 298

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    There was a time when tiny little treasures made the big world bearable. A time when dark hours filled with light. It was the time I spent with you.

  • Love letter # 296

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    I am not a linear narrative, nor a hero on a journey. I am simply living. Messily and haphazardly. I am neither a robot of destiny, nor an avatar of God. I am but human. Flesh and genes. An example of passion and folly – but with an eye for something called beauty. And even…

  • Love letter # 156

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    When I was young I dreamt of you. I imagined things that made me shiver. Whenever I sat next to you, so close to touching you, I was riven with a desire I knew I could not act on. Your cool exterior. Your haughty distance. This is the very image of beauty I have carried…

  • Love letter # 222

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    The ever moving stream. The ceaseless churn of cycles. The great and silent wheel of everything. This is what we share. We are but the name of the eternal. The splendid details. Flowers in an endless sea of beauty. And as they sway, so shall we. Just as we are close, so shall we be…

  • Love letter # 264

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    Paul Ransom
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    The way you looked last night – in the evening light – in that lovely dress – it forced me to confess. I think about you all the time, and I wonder if we will ever, ever be. I am wracked with reservation, (having heard your stories of bad men and broken hope), but this…

  • Love letter # 205

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    Paul Ransom
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    Desire, love, connection – call it what you will – it appears to happen by some magical process. The sight of you has sent the signals rocketing through my system; that warm, enveloping tide of hormones and recognition. The physical crush in my chest. The gravitational force that urges me to touch you whenever I…