FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 63

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    There was no time when we were together – just a sea and you and me. Things I never dreamt of – dreamable – believed – and in my waking moments you were floating next to me. We had our lovely bubble – a world for no one else – and you were my beautiful…

  • Love letter # 107

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    Maybe you thought I was perfect once. I didn’t. A mask won’t fool a mirror. All along, I was the one who judged. I was the arrogant reformer. You humbled me with your acceptance, and I acted like I was the one being held down. You gave me treasure. I hid it in a drawer.…

  • Love letter # 707

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    There was sun and sky, There was blood and moon, There were locked up doors… And empty rooms. There were days and nights I was deaf and blind There was too much sound… Then there was you And it’s quiet now… And beautiful.

  • Love letter # 133

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    I think sometimes I might be blessed. At least, that’s what I think when I think about you. I’m sure there are more worthy candidates. Kinder. Warmer. More truthful. Better able to return the love you so freely extend. I woke up in the middle of a dream with you, having no idea how I…

  • Love letter # 50

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    I will confess a measure of fear. I know you feel it too. We have both lost blood before. I wonder if there is any more. But I love your kindness, the knowing laughlines at the sides of your still shining eyes. You still sparkle – and scratches fade away. I would be a fool…

  • Love letter # 125

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    Things understood slowly are all the more dreadful. The creeping dawn. The inescapable conclusion. The fact I got away with it. It wasn’t you, babe – it was me. I was the screw up. You told me who you were, but I pretended you were someone else. I was the deluded one. You were just…

  • Love letter # 202

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    I love that we’re so corny. It’s like clit lit. The two of us drifting – perhaps even pleased to do so – until… And all the cheesy shit is true: accidental, out of the blue, bloody incredible. It makes me smile just thinking of it, as though I’m reading the worldwide smash. Carried away.…

  • Love letter # 151

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    I thought about why I love you. Simple. The child in me meets the child in you. And we play. Even with fire.

  • Love letter # 121

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    Whenever I think of you – you seem further away. The corners are dusty, the photos face down; the shadows move quietly in your room. …It is because it is. But when the sun is warm and the beer is chilled, with just the cans for company – and that song you used to sing…

  • Love letter # 148

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    The beauty of compassion. The wonder of your hair unbraided. The exhaled sigh. The almost impossible cool of your skin. The terrible weight of your leaving. Your soft footsteps. Waking beside you. Hearing you breathe. To have known you. How could I have wished it otherwise? In the light of morning, you are the angel…