FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Grateful

  • Love letter # 28

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    by

    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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    by

    Paul Ransom
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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…