FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 188

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    Paul Ransom
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    Your fear comes pouring off you. It’s frightening. And such a waste of time. I was in your shoes once. It was awful. I took someone’s love and turned it into the burden of proof. No wonder my fears came true. Don’t do this to yourself. These things do not bear cross examination. Love is…

  • Love letter # 400

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I was there I could never have imagined being here. Now was not conceivable then. There was us. There was that. When a thing is burning – it is burning. And now: remnants. Things that once were. Not even bones – just ash. And silence. I look for your mark on me and find…

  • Love letter # 131

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    I came down in the rain to make this garden bloom for you. I swam across the sea to walk in this desert with you. I fell from the sky to stand beside you in the mountain air. I travelled through the terrors of time to be here now. Whatever dream I woke from, you…

  • Love letter # 160

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    Paul Ransom
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    What starts as a whisper ends in silence. Where there is a seed, dry leaves. I did not see you coming, but I know I will bleed when you go. The ghosts of the future are hovering in the lighted dust, portentous little sighs. Even in the thrill of this, their hatchlings are playing. It’s…

  • Love letter # 104

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    You came towards me in the coldness, in the warmth you went away. In the night, you slept beside me; in the day you drained away. You never meant to – that much I’m sure – but the light shone regardless, and all was transformed. You only wanted a kiss, not all this. But you…

  • Love letter # 391

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    We can never be sure; but we can still love. Who cares about the criteria? Aren’t we here now? Tomorrow will deal with tomorrow. We can just deal with the night.

  • Love letter # 155

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    Now that we find ourselves here I’ve had to ask myself: what does it mean that I still love you? Experience tells me that love is often what we settle for. I see all your cracks, your quirks, your blatant inconsistencies. And you see mine. There is nothing heroic about us; we are just children…

  • Love letter # 167

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    Paul Ransom
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    I hesitate to make promises, even though I want to. I’d like to say I’ll be the best but I know I won’t. I wish I had the strength to be constant but I’m as weak as anyone who ever told a lie. I could fluke perfection for a moment – maybe a day or…

  • Love letter # 53

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    Sometimes I don’t know what to say to you. All my words have turned to time bombs; and with all these eggshells around, I’m best off quiet. If you cannot accept what is before you, I cannot force you. I wish you could see it for what it was – then you would know for…

  • Love letter # 140

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    There didn’t have to be a reason. You never had to say why. Things like this just happen like that. I’m not asking for answers – or forensics. I want to feel like yesterday. I want to see the light again. It was when you touched me like that – that was the moment. There…