FREE LOVE LETTERS

Author: Paul Ransom

  • Love letter # 19

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is though, at any moment, my secret will come hurtling out of me. The veneer I wear, the various masks I don to get through the day – they are cracked beyond repairing. When you stand next to me I have to hold my breath, bite my tongue until it bleeds. And you don’t…

  • Love letter # 28

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    Paul Ransom
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    I am no saint; I know there were days when bitterness almost had me by the throat. I would listen to my fellow divorcees and I would share their complaints. But not for long – because I could not forget that things in our house were never that bad. Yes, we ended. Yes, we bled.…

  • Love letter # 81

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    I wonder sometimes if this is poison. Or inspiration. I have never felt so naked. Or divine. To be humbled by love is to be open to life. All my old masks, they are unwearable now. Today I am barefoot and glad of the ground. Maybe now I don’t have so far to fall. Perhaps…

  • Love letter # 13

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    When I look back now I can see how I made it hard for you. I didn’t mean to; but still. You were telling me all along but I was deaf to everything except what I wanted. You warned me and I acted like a child in reply. I know you weren’t perfect. I know…

  • Love letter # 57

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    When you’re around, there is no one else. It’s like a hot wire, and my spine is on fire. Forgive the corny rhyme…but at least now you know you’re driving me wild. That’s gotta feel good. Sure does from my end. If you want the sensible explanation, it’s like rediscovering the real beneath all the…

  • Love letter # 62

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    Someone asked me what it was like and all I could think to say was: We slept in the sky. I know every lover thinks so, but that doesn’t make the shine any less. Our adventures were ordinary but they were wonderful. We drank; we sang along, we made love outside. We stalked the wee…

  • Love letter # 99

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    Paul Ransom
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    My friends think I’m mad. Really, I’m just stripped. All the bullshit layers have been blasted away. All the smug, self satisfied, posturing has been shown to be a lie. My so called strength – it was just the bravado of weakness. There was a castle wall; it is now rubble. When you looked at…

  • Love letter # 9

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    Paul Ransom
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    Someone lit a match, brought a flame to life. Was it you? Tell me how to interpret this, for I have lost my reason. It vanished in your proximity. Those eyes, that mouth. The curve of you. God, I can still smell you – I stole these atoms from your breath and scurried off. And…

  • Love letter # 1

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    Paul Ransom
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    You won’t read this so I won’t lie. This is love without hooks, without points of order. But what becomes of love when it’s dammed? Does it pour through cracks? Does it threaten sudden inundation? I can answer only by saying that the secret unleashing of floods is a euphoric liberation. It is the beauty…

  • Love letter # 77

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    Because of you – all of this. I know – ridiculous. I shudder when I hear myself think it but here I am saying it out loud. All for you. Previous reasons – they were vanity. Ego seeking itself. Now that I love you the whole world is transformed – and beauty is the temple…