FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 22

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    Paul Ransom
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    There may well be a god – I cannot know – or some grand purpose may well have been assigned. This would be news to me. People talk about life lessons, about meant to be; but I do not claim to understand these things. Yet when you are near me… What is it that I…

  • The Letter I Cannot Send You

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    Paul Ransom
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    Knowing I was right all along is very little consolation. I remember how my instincts were screaming at me despite your denials, how I remained unconvinced even when you seemed to return to something like normal. And today, confirmation is cutting me in half. Yet, the injustice cannot be undone, the water will never return…

  • Love letter # 128

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    Please excuse my anger. It is the mask my dread likes to wear. It is the naked fear of losing you. It is an incredible vulnerability in me that you have exposed. Believe me, I have tried not to act out. I have tied down outbursts. I have hidden tears. And when I was busting…

  • Love letter # 59

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    Paul Ransom
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    Sunlit autumn afternoons…they are like my desire. The satin soft shimmer of summer; cool-edged and minty now. The preposterous, quixotic belief that somehow this warmth will linger; absurd like my stubborn dream. In this inexorably chilling air, the ghost of a song; its echo receding to inevitable hush. I whisper to these burnt gold leaves…

  • Love letter # 47

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    Paul Ransom
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    Sometimes there is a knife in me – and it cuts so beautifully. The rush of blood that follows is heady, like a delirious tide, and everything is pure yearning. This is how I feel tonight. Wanting you so. Aching like madness. Right now, I am a light source. Loving you. I am the river…

  • Love letter # 18

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    Paul Ransom
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    That song came on the air – you know the one – and I was plucked from the sky. In a beat I was back on your floor, lying next to you in a world we made up with secret signs. I closed my eyes so that I could see you again. Your gaze close…

  • Love letter # 97

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    Paul Ransom
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    Sometimes I feel like blaming you. Sometimes I wish I felt nothing. That would be a whole lot easier. None of this is what I think – it’s how I feel. In my polite, well ordered mind this is all perfectly ordinary break up stuff. You started off liking me and then something changed and…

  • Love letter # 6

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    I write this to say one simple thing. It is you I would choose.

  • Love letter # 39

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    Paul Ransom
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    Of course I wanted to kiss you. I couldn’t stop looking at your beautiful mouth. But there’s the careful, cautious thing. And there’s always fear. I do think you are ravishing, though…even if I pretend I don’t. I am just too scared to say it out loud. I get how pathetic that sounds. I know…

  • Love letter # 76

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    Paul Ransom
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    This evening, the sky was sublime. The water, it was shimmering glass. A silver sliver moon scratched a bright exclamation above, and the velvet air filled me up with scent and soft promise. I was a drunkard. Barely staggering. Would you be amazed to learn that all the while I thought of you? I almost…