FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 266

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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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…

  • 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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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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…