FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 42

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    Paul Ransom
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    Now that I have woken up it is abundantly clear that you are using me. However, before you yell out in protest please note that I am not bothered by this. I have no wish to cast stones. We are all sinners, one way or another – and I am yet to meet a single…

  • Love letter # 98

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    Paul Ransom
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    I confess: there are days when I wish I had never opened the door to you. These are the days when I miss you so much I ache all over – the days when all the distractions do nothing to take my thoughts away. Days like today. But mostly, I thank the stars I once…

  • Love letter … 0

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    Paul Ransom
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    Nothing lasts. Not these walls. Not these things that fill my house. Not the victories I think I’ve won. Even the wonder of spring. Even the stars. Maybe even time itself. Only my love for you. Everything breaks; most notably my heart – which seems, at any moment, ready to burst into flames. Everything stops.…

  • Love letter # 52

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    So this is where I find myself – hoping you won’t be there. It’s not that I don’t want to see you, it’s just that I can’t bear it. I can’t sit politely, pretending you’re just anybody. My heart will not make do with scraps. And you’re so awkward these days, trying so hard not…

  • Love letter # 75

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    This won’t be much of a love letter. My words are fast turning to sound. Just as the smallness of sky becomes the vastness of space, so too this light inside me. So too this beauty you made. Now it will not be contained in a sentence. Now it is shining. In my head, the…

  • Love letter # 68

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    We are not here forever. We are like the rush that is over as soon as it starts. It may even be that we vanish without trace, our passing unnoticed, our glories unremembered. Yet what little I am given…I will gladly share with you. All these kingdoms we have wrenched from the dust, they will…

  • Love letter # 431

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    Because the embers remind me of a fire. Because the rain was a river you swam in. Because the wind has brushed your hair. Because …

  • Love letter # 44

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    Away from all the fuss and noise, all the vanity and bluster, there is a simple, inescapable truth. I wish I had known it sooner. I put ego ahead of love. I let ‘me, me, me’ posture and preen. I mouthed the selfish mantras of the age, until my greed was all that was left…

  • Love letter # 30

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    It’s easy to feel alone in the world; it’s almost the default position. But once in a while someone gets it. As though you shared a solitary heart. The beats mixed perfect. It’s rare…but it happened all the time with you. People who have known me for years never came so close. How is that?…

  • Love letter # 4

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    Paul Ransom
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    Mostly it doesn’t matter but when it does…it does. And it’s then that I realise how much I miss you. I pretend that everything is as it should be. I act the part of someone who has drawn a line. I have all the right language, all the appropriate behaviours – and everyone is fooled.…