FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 154

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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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.…

  • Love letter # 315

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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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.