FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • 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…

  • 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,…