FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 171

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    When I learnt to care about you I learnt to get over myself. Loving you saved me from the obsessive drama of the ego. Without necessarily planning it, you threw open the gates to something other than me, me, me – and as a result I am lighter. The cannibalising introspection that ruled my days…

  • Love letter # 486

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    It’s like this; you walk around a corner and there it is – just like it’s always been there. Maybe you overlooked it before; perhaps you were just too busy. I mean, we all get distracted. Then, like some flower in the garden you never gave much thought to, you are caught up in the…

  • Love letter # 46

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    When you walk in the golden light, all is beauty. And when I touch your skin … When you breathe the cool sweet air, when you catch the half heard song, when you shiver softly…this is how I know you’re near. If your love undoes you, if the fences fall, then you are ready. And…

  • Love letter # 333

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    Suppose I meet you again and you are beautiful. What then? Will I blurt it out, hoping that maybe the years will simply wash away, and we will be like kids again? Or will I just look. Nod, smile, share stories. Politely kiss you goodnight? They say you should never meet up with old sweethearts…

  • Love letter # 159

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    I once walked in the sun with you; I guess I should be glad. Maybe it’s wrong to want more; but I do. I would share this blue sky with you; if you wanted to.

  • Love letter # 36

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    All I want is what everyone wants. To love and be loved. To be near you. And when I say I love you, what I mean is that there isn’t anyone I’d rather be with. I cannot know how long I’ll be here, but all the while I am, and whatever there is of life,…

  • Love letter # 266

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    You are like the siren, I am like the shipwreck. There are nights when I cannot even look at you – your bare shoulders, your eyes a fire – and I have to walk away. Wait outside. And when I hear you talking, when I hear you breathe that way… The way you move your…

  • Love letter # 195

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    It doesn’t feel like a lifetime – but it is. One minute we were new. Now? Here. Silent. Wondering. We looked away – surely it was just for a moment – and when we looked back everything had changed. The same, but different; and somehow, time had passed. That almost touchable day that was just…

  • Love letter # 34

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    Before you, I practised guitar. Since you, there have been songs. You are the difference between the passing of the days and the beauty of the season. I think of you every day – but some days I am awash; the floodplain in flower. Whatever I was before, I am new. Yours is the light…

  • Love letter # 117

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    I had forgotten how beautiful you were. Seeing you again, I remembered – and I was speechless. You said my name but I could not say yours. That would have been dangerous. Then you would have known. If only I could write this, even send it – and yet somehow still hide. If only you…