FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Grateful

  • Love letter # 934

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    Paul Ransom
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    Nothing is permanent; not even the arc of your love. I realise that the gap between elation and despair is the downcast eye – a slip of the tongue, a new arrival, a chorus in a minor key. Perhaps just…hesitation. Dust, once stirred, will never settle back exactly. Even the stars are shifting. I look…

  • Love letter # 495

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    Paul Ransom
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    What I really wanted to say to you on your birthday was that your advent showed me that I could be more than merely self-obsessed and that I did indeed have a capacity for kindness and generosity, and that I too could make a difference in someone’s life. I simply cannot thank you enough for…

  • Love letter # 443

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    Paul Ransom
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    How easy it would be for us not to bother. We could be that couple. We could lapse into blaming one another, or else let the fancy roam. The world is full of younger, seemingly sexier alternatives – charming strangers at parties, the new face at work, the cute student at the checkout. Not to…

  • Love letter # 358

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    Paul Ransom
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    I love you because, in regarding you, I behold the possibility of myself and, more than ever, I find the prospect wonderful. Thank you.

  • Love letter # 559

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    Paul Ransom
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    This evening, amidst the detectable softening of winter and the sweet aromatic emergence of spring, I felt you on my skin. Or was it your absence that quickened my senses? The vacated space you formerly inhabited, the quiet that once resonated with your proximity. Was the scented air in my nostrils the remnant mist of…

  • Letter to the lighter of 500 fires

    Letter to the lighter of 500 fires

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was on a night like this. That’s when it all began; and everything before it ended. Ten years ago, almost to the hour. We were gathered for your birthday. You were turning 22. I was nearly twice that. At some point, prompted by you, we snuck away from the party and you said, “You…

  • Love letter # 388

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    Paul Ransom
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    A lively mind, a playful spirit, a sense of irreverence – these are the things that draw me to you. Your way with words, your devilish eye, the way you tease; but also your fire and the way you just don’t give a damn when others cast their petty judgement on you. I love the…

  • Love letter # 406

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    Paul Ransom
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    Yes, I get to receive your love, and for this I am honoured and deeply thankful – but more than this, you let me love you and that, my friend, that is where the profoundest, most liberating joy is to be found. For when I am in the act of loving you it is as…

  • Love letter # 512

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    Paul Ransom
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    Everything changes, this we know, and our attempts to keep things as they are fly in the face of logic and evidence. Yet, for all that, my unfaltering love for you. Like an eternal, indivisible force – or rather, a clear and unmoving viewpoint from which to gaze out upon the world. A sublime centrality.…

  • Love letter # 457

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was at a wedding. Ten years ago, I think. At some point that day I realised that I loved you; or at least, that my thoughts kept drifting back to you at every moment when I wasn’t directly engaged. I woke the next morning feeling empty, knowing what was missing. Not merely your presence,…