FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 137

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    Paul Ransom
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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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    Paul Ransom
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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.

  • 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…