FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • 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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    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…

  • Love letter # 119

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    How did we contrive to throw it all away? What made us do that? We fought over thumbtacks, we staked silly claims, we did everything in our power to break it up. And we succeeded. Brilliant. We had a wonderful light around us – but somehow we didn’t see it. We were on another planet,…

  • Love letter # 215

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    The moment you put a fence around it…do I have to say? We both know you can’t command love. We both know it won’t be bullied. Love is the remnant child playing, making up worlds. Love is the creator. So don’t keep asking. You don’t have to. What’s given is given. I love you –…

  • Love letter # 141

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    Why would I travel the whole world when the most astonishing beauty is right here? If there is anything better than when you touch me, I have yet to experience it. You are all the riches I could ever dream of. I would give away a mountain of gold to share a simple meal with…

  • Love letter # 115

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    The world rattles, noise outside, busy with itself – but when those bright lights lose their lustre, the rush is just an hour, a pretty, distracting drive by. And try as it might, the clatter cannot cut the thread. There are things that hold us together: the long and lovely narrative, the bittersweet anchor, the…

  • Love letter # 606

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    It’s like I’m someone else. Someone alive. For years I lived in detachment, never really feeling. Now I am the thin skin of an ocean, my public face a meniscus – a taut thread holding back the wonderful overwhelming flood you let loose in me. I never used to cry because nothing mattered enough. Tonight…

  • Love letter # 108

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    Memory has its own geography. These streets we stumbled through, that place we used to meet, the corner where your eyes lit up. And on your doorstep; your tears, my determination. I’m sure I had a reason – but even this familiar grid won’t bring it to mind. It must have been important though; to…