FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Grateful

  • Love letter # 582

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    Paul Ransom
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    Time heals, so they say, yet it does not erase. For it is hard to delete an absence. Much has changed since we parted ways but the valley you carved has remained. It traces the frontier in my life. Before/after. In truth, I never got over it. Yes, I moved on, I functioned, and I…

  • Love letter # 118

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was your kindness that drew me to you. So clear, so simple, stark against the scrawl of everything else. In a world loud with selfish empire, with crude grasping and mean denial, scratched with the arbitrary markings of tribal assertion, it was your gentle gift. Offered without fuss. Untrumpeted. In this ugly squall of…

  • Letter to a first love, long lost

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the cool exhalation of winter, when the first sighs of spring soften the evening, it is still you, walking with me in the slanted sunlight. My body remembers the season and the blossoms recall you with their perfume. At each inhalation, you approach, until I can feel your warmth. Present. Never having left. Years…

  • Love letter # 193

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    Paul Ransom
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    God, I was so full of desire. Truly, I did not know what for. I thought it was for you. And then it went. But not before you. For what seemed like an eternity – yet was a blink – I poured it all into the space you vacated. It did not fill. Still, it…

  • Love letter # 12

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    Paul Ransom
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    Anywhere. Anytime. In any language. For any reason. Without caveat. That is all. Nothing else.

  • Love letter # 31

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    Paul Ransom
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    When first I loved you, it was not you. It was the ideal. The one you could never be. Later, tarnished, I tried to force you into shape. Until I woke up. At which point you were saying goodbye. Now, divorced of need, I call out the tyranny of fantasy. I say to the dream:…

  • Love letter # 657

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    Paul Ransom
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    Did I love you in ways I should not have? Quite likely. Here then, the ruins of my desire. Souvenirs of a particular derangement. Wounds or treasure? Both. Pride has primed me for this fall. Thank you for setting me down.

  • Love letter # 536

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    Paul Ransom
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    I am writing to thank you. This may seem counter-intuitive, perhaps even smug. If so, I apologise. There is much I do not know, and will likely never know. Maybe you are unsure yourself. All we can be sure of is that you walked out one day and never came back. Went silent. Ghosting, I…

  • Love letter # 236

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s true, things could have gone differently. We both made poor choices, acted out of pain. In the end it was a mess. Yet, always within reach, the love that uplifted, that promised to redress everything. As much as we made it our excuse, it gave us flight. When we were close, truly together, we…

  • Love letter # 25

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the golden light To the song of promise How gladly I would fall apart