FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 431

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    Paul Ransom
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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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    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.…

  • Love letter # 150

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    In another world, my love…we still swirl in golden light. And in another sky we still soar, up on the updrafts, where all the little details melt to feeling. There is a place where you and I are king and queen – and there we walk barefoot, living on air and sunlight, needing nothing more.…

  • Love letter # 11

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    I know it’s been a while but would it surprise you to know that I still think of you? Would you be amazed to learn that I still sing your name with shivers? Once all the hot angst of splitting had gone, and I could feel again the soft melodic beauty of you and me,…

  • Love letter # 85

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    Paul Ransom
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    Yesterday, a friend of mine asked, “Does it ever go away?” I had to say that it didn’t. Even now, after God knows, my breath still catches. I could not, with any confidence, nominate the precise moment you carved your name inside me, but I can tell you now the letters still bleed. It’s not…

  • Love letter # 69

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    All the usual things got said – it won’t last, that feeling will fade – but here I am…loving you even more. It’s the little cracks, the chinks in your armour, the grumpy thing you do sometimes. These, and other imperfections are the very structure of your beauty. If this is the so-called sickness, long…

  • Love letter # 10

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    Do I need to list the reasons? I could go on … but surely you know by now. There is a key in the hallway – and there is a door with my number upon it. Everything else is yours.

  • Love letter # 37

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    I have tried to be sane – to be friends – but I have failed. One of us is poison to the other. I’ll leave you to make your own determination on that. I cannot judge you. I cannot be in a room with you. It is as simple as that. I know it’s absurd,…