FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 187

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    Is there a reason we can’t be together? And is that reason greater than love? What an amazing tomorrow it must be to render tonight impossible. We have walked away from beauty because someone says there’s something better. Maybe there is – but I could love you while you looked for it.

  • Love letter # 65

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    It’s those hips – that’s why I’m in a swoon. The long line of that graceful neck, those opalescent eyes, that husky laugh…the way you lean forward. Yes, I am looking down your top. Isn’t that what you want? Some fevers you just want to sweat out – some you just want to sweat. You…

  • Love letter # 70

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    I chose the fire. Now look. Burnt. Does it really matter how I got here? I’m here now – wishing maybe I wasn’t – knowing I should be. Yet even though it was my ultimatum, the nights are still empty and I long for them to be filled with something akin to your nearness. The…

  • Love letter # 145

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    Only when I gave in to you was I was liberated. Only when I let you in was I warm inside. Only as my heart was breaking was I truly mended. You have brought the stars to light – and you are the colour of spring. I knew nothing of the sea until I drowned…

  • Love letter # 67

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    When you stood next to me last night, I caught fire. The scent of your skin enfolded me. The sound of your out breath, a soft shove, like a fingertip tracing my jawline. Something in the pool of your gaze unzipped me. And that beat before you left…that moment held. In such wonderful silences everything…

  • Love letter # 40

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    It is strange to wake up without hope. Liberating. Now at last I am free to love you as I may. No waiting by the phone. No hanging on Facebook. Just love – and moving through the day. Not weary. Not fretful. Unshackled. This is your final gift to me. Yesterday, my longing was choked…

  • Love letter # 100

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    How do you cram into mere words the things that are oceans inside you? Will this letter sound mad? Unreasonable? Will you think I’ve lost it? Probably – but there is always a reason for these things; they never come out of the blue. We all live in a world that is both real and…

  • Love letter # 273

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    Exactly when I cannot say – but I am absolutely certain that somewhere along the line I was forced to abandon the illusion of control. There is, after all, something greater than me. Don’t ask me to explain it, but something about the way I loved you changed the world…from the inside. One day, I…

  • Love letter # 135

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    Because you asked me not to, I have tried not to love you. I have failed. It seems that whenever I am close to cutting you off, you sense it. You reel me in. Just as I’m convincing myself that you don’t care, and that I am finally okay with that, your voice on the…

  • Love letter # 164

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    I always felt we broke up for the wrong reason. It was fear that finished it; not fighting, not betrayal. You didn’t even get a better offer. You just got scared. To you, being with me – with anyone – was like a prison. The idea of giving up your freedom was too much. “I…