FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • 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…

  • Love letter # 8

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    And so here we are, as I always knew we would be. Miles apart; days drifting into weeks and longer, treasures gathering dust. Dusk becoming midnight. I guess I thought I’d get used to it. I never did. The world kept reminding me. Every time I thought the fever had dulled, or the vivid light…

  • Love letter # 56

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    They tell us all kinds of lies. It’s not that they are cruel, simply that they want us not to hurt so much. I have learnt to smile and nod. Bite my tongue. One of their favourites is: time heals. Yes, the years are a sticking plaster, a morphine drip – but where is this…

  • Love letter # 14

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    You the light – me the moth – fluttering around you.

  • Love letter # 96

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    A thousand million men would surely say the same thing for the right girl; it just so happens I’m saying it for you. I’m not the remarkable one – you are. I just had the good sense to be amazed by you.

  • Love letter # 74

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    If you are sending me signals, I cannot read them. For such erotic illiteracy I can only offer feeble explanation. I have blundered badly before – misread invitations – so much so that I have been frozen. The subtleties are now entirely lost on me. My basic operating assumption these days is that no woman…

  • Love letter # 3709

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    Not so long ago, we were fantastic. You dazzled me, I dazzled you. Then, somewhere along the line, wonder became humdrum. My erstwhile charms are now painful to you. The mystery I once possessed has been replaced by hairs in the basin. And your tipsy laugh makes me cringe. We are an old couple now,…