FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Grateful

  • Love letter # 455

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    Paul Ransom
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    Why do I love you? What is it that makes me put you first? Why, of everyone, is it you – and what drew you to choose me? When I look around what I see is a world plagued with viral selfishness; humanity engaged in a short-sighted suicidal spiral of hubris, fear and control. Destroying…

  • Love letter # 405

    Love letter # 405

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    Paul Ransom
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    Sometimes, it’s true, I wish I had never met you; but then I count up all the blessings that flowed from the destructive path that your advent tore through the city of my complacency and I am truly thankful. My dissolving at your touch was without doubt the most far reaching and ultimately affirming experience…

  • Love letter # 360

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    Paul Ransom
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    What is now obvious to me, and I suspect to you as well, is that there is a kind of love that transcends the usual bounds – that has nothing to do with possession or control, and does not sit within the cutesy little ring fence of chocolate box romance. Indeed, it is a form…

  • Love letter # 347

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    Paul Ransom
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    Rarely does it take more than a splinter of memory. A nuance of light. A scent on the breeze. Just a beat and I’m there with you; and once again it is obvious how I got here. You were so beautiful I had to look away. Had to leave the room. Because I knew right…

  • Love letter # 498

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    Paul Ransom
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    Though I may have behaved badly, please do not doubt my love – or at least my honest belief that this is what this feeling is. I am flawed. I get angry and jealous and can be petty, insecure and controlling. All these things were in me before you came along – perhaps they will…

  • Love letter # 470

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    Paul Ransom
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    It doesn’t take much. Just your name. Spoken, thought of or written down. Four letters to let loose the storm. To break the night open. Smash the atoms. Destroy the ramparts of denial. For you are the end of my arrogance and the beginning of my nakedness. You are the eviscerating force that reduces bullish…

  • Love letter # 469

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    Paul Ransom
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    The sheer power of a solitary word can sometimes be overwhelming; like when I struggle to say your name out loud. It is as though my body remembers the very shape of the breath it takes to form the sound and, in doing so, goes back in time. To the singing temple bell of your…

  • Love letter # 762

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    Paul Ransom
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    I think you know how grateful I am. It could so easily have been different. A turn of the corner here, a small delay there, and the river of chaos that bumped us together would have swept us oblivious to destinations we can now only wonder about. Our real fortune, of course, is that we…

  • Love letter # 389

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was a just a random thought. Something in the ether had brought you to mind – and then there was a flood, sweet like oblivion, and I was in the trance of remembering. Almost with you once more. What struck me was how physical it was. It was as though I could sense the…

  • Love letter # 509

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    Paul Ransom
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    The memory of you is all the proof I need. We both know it didn’t turn out ideally for us – things in the way, human frailties, etc – but there is one thing I will never forget. The connection we had. That almost magical, mystical recognition. Like a permission to be. Whatever the gritty,…