FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Grateful

  • Love letter # 790

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s crazy how joyful I’ve become, how light I seem to be. A previously unrecognised weight has been lifted. Some days I float, and the air seems to pass right through me, as though I were at one with the world. It’s been this way since I met you, and I wonder now by what…

  • Love letter # 722

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was your kindness. That’s all. No other gifts required. Only that you saw me, and lingered awhile in the pool of my gaze. I did not need your kiss to understand, simply the hint of your smile, and the freely given treasures of your time.     

  • Love letter # 179

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is not so present now. This absence of yours. The distance is a buffer. A cloud. It feels more like a dance these days. The present that is now past. The space in everything. Still lit with beauty.  

  • Love letter # 23

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    Paul Ransom
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    You moved through me like a breeze, a flutter. Where none was expected, you brought light. Transient, like everything, yet enough. I was not looking for forever, simply a reminder. This is why.

  • Letter to the one who changed everything

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    Paul Ransom
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    So ordinary. Buying a ticket at the movies. Then, a touch, a soft greeting. I turn, and there, after thirteen years and everything else, you. A brief mumble of pleasantries. I soak in the sight. Healthy, radiating. Your hair a shade lighter. Energy not so frenetic.   “Nice to see you,” you say, eyes direct.…

  • Love letter # 923

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    Paul Ransom
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    Zooming out from the grit of specifics, from the aggravated dramas of relationship, all contention dissolves. All claims, all theories, all righteous insistence. At a certain remove there is only love. Like an ocean, or all of time. Perspective, absolution. The beauty of irrelevance. I ask only your forgiveness for my inevitable shortfall. When next…

  • Love letter # 411

    Love letter # 411

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    Paul Ransom
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    Seeking distance. Numbness. A blaze of sex. Blur of intoxication. Defiant self-talk. Strip you from my skin. Tear that page out. Now the wound of folly. Dishonour. You only said goodbye. I scratched the paint from the walls. Hoping that the ruins would set me free. They did not. In time, this blood will clot,…

  • Love letter # 531

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    Paul Ransom
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    I dreamt about you last night…and no, I did not fall out of bed twice. I was, however, reminded. Moved. Nothing erotic or classically romantic happened; in fact, our interactions were unspectacular. But that was the thing. The intimacy was easy. Me complimenting you on your dress. You filling me in on your plans for…

  • Love letter # 587

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    Paul Ransom
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    In your presence I know who I am; not because you wield magic but because you give me permission. You create space with your acceptance, of yourself and, by extension, of me. Yours is the love that allows, and in that gracious latitude I stretch out, to touch you, and be embraced in return. I…

  • Love letter # 510

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    Paul Ransom
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    Time and separation make little difference. You are burnt into me. What looks like perfect skin to others is the mask of your presence – the burnished shell of your departure. I have been shaped by the hand of our union. I still keep the secrets you whispered, and walk as though we remained in…