FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Grateful

  • Love letter # 128

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    Paul Ransom
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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 # 301

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    Paul Ransom
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    I thought you might like this. I tried to write you a beautiful love letter but nothing came. No stupid angels. No overblown mush. You’re a bloody legend, mate. Thanks for putting up with me.

  • Love letter # 102

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    Paul Ransom
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    I thought I was the king of everything. Now I know I am nothing. The castle I constructed has weathered to a stack of old stones. Now I am poor and free. I wanted what could never be given – and in that wanting’s honour I served dreadful masters. Grasping. Jealous. Vengeful. My various masks…

  • 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 # 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.…

  • 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 # 110

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    Paul Ransom
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    Having endeavoured to maintain a modicum of sanity I must now confess to abject failure in this regard. I look back across the gulf that separates me from my old self, and the mad river is you. Naturally, there are blessings: the coldness that surrounded me, the dullness in my heart – they have been…

  • Love letter # 24

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    Paul Ransom
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    For the times we had, I offer simple gratitude. I am profoundly grateful for the beautiful days and the satin nights. I give thanks for the times you called to tell me you loved me. I am blessed to have held you in my arms. It was my incredible fortune to kiss you. I thank…

  • Love letter # 124

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    Paul Ransom
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    It would be much easier if I didn’t – but I do. For despite all my trying, all my regularly updated vows, I still sit in the place where we once lingered, vainly reaching across time, trying not to breath too loudly; lest the remnants be obscured. In every room, the archaeological record, barely buried…

  • 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.…