FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 32

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    Looking at you is blasting a hole in my thoughts. Your movement is so evocative. The unmistakable flicker in your eyes, the curl of your smile, your soft bottom lip. Signs? Or maybe I’m blind. Perhaps I’m imagining all this. It’s probably nothing to you. Not for me. I am on fire – just like…

  • Love letter # 175

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    What if I asked you not to contact me again? Would that surprise you? You must know hard it is for me to play at being friends. Trying to confine myself to the shallows when I have been in the ocean with you is its own curious kind of drowning. I leave you feeling asphyxiated.…

  • Love letter # 227

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    The scientists tell us that it’s just a chemical tide, an evolutionary trigger. I don’t doubt it…but it doesn’t feel like that right now. If there is no such thing as a song, why am I singing? I am prepared to accept that this buzz is a rush of hormones, that this sudden colour is…

  • Love letter # 43

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    I sit here – the sea a mirror blue, sky like a primed canvas, cool air settling like a blanket of feathers. It’s perfect. And what do I think of? You. So I reach for phone, dial the number with your name on it, just about crumble when you answer. My nerve vanishes – small…

  • Love letter # 26

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    Now there is nothing left, I am free to think what I want – and I have chosen to think of the beautiful things. I will remember your loving, your incredible tenderness, your fingers twined in mine, your head on my chest. I will give thanks for the storm you unleashed, for the blood you…

  • Love letter # 501

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    Suddenly, as though a door had opened somewhere, the years have been compacted; then squashed up against now. All our time together has melted and now we’re just sitting here – you a million miles away, me choking. Our drinks have arrived; our food will be here soon. Will we eat in distracted silence, like…

  • Love letter # 137

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    I did not love you because you loved me. I loved you because you were wonderful. I did not kiss you for your kiss. I kissed you for your splendour. We did not dance because we had to. We danced because the music… You weren’t the one I hoped for. You were much better. I…

  • Love letter # 90

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    It is often said of lovers that one remembers, the other forgets. You can guess which one I am. Three years ago today. Do you recall? We listened to Sigur Ros – and the whole world was ours. You asked me if love was the most important thing. I said there was nothing else. It…

  • Love letter # 54

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    In the end, I just learned not to think about you. As long as your name never rang in my head I could float around just fine. For a while it was almost okay. But we both know the bells never stop. And sometimes…we are the rain. Destined to fall. I know you won’t have…

  • Love letter # 29

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    My empire? It was a mere exhalation. A sound I made sometimes. It added up to not much. When you kicked down the walls of my castle you let me loose. I became a child again, naked without masks, running without chains. I felt like the air. And you were flying with me.