FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Grateful

  • 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,…

  • Love letter # 975

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s not just that you have brought something vital and electrifying to my life but rather that your advent – and the fact of my loving you so – has transfigured the whole world. If once I thought it corny, I am now in awe. Today I walk in beauty. Tonight I shall sleep in…

  • Love letter # 294

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    Paul Ransom
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    I am so glad you came into my life; even though it is apparent you will not ultimately choose me. (Maybe I am wrong here. Either way, that choice is yours to make – and I leave you to it.) For my part, how good it is to be flooded with sweetness, to be transformed…

  • Love letter # 419

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    Paul Ransom
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    Your beauty is such that it hurts. Golden. Unattainable. An almost perfect sheen. And mine is the rapture of the broken in awe. The swoon of the hesitant. Beauty, often as not, seeks damage – and damage finds solace in beauty. We always want the opposite of what we have. Opposites attract. Like magnets. Electrons…

  • Love letter # 459

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    Paul Ransom
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    A song came on the radio today. Not one I hear that often – but one that still sings of our time together. While it played – and for a few minutes afterwards – I was in love with you all over again. All I could hear was your husky laugh. Taste your mouth. Feel…

  • Love letter # 278

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    Paul Ransom
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    As though no time had passed; only us getting older. That awesome light. The very form of you. That golden thread. My heart in full flood. The raindrop returning to its home in the sea. You beside me. Now I see how truly unimportant everything else was. Is. Just to be near you. To know…

  • Love letter # 448

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    Paul Ransom
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    Love is like a carpark sometimes. Y’know, circling round, looking for somewhere to pull in. Hoping someone might let you in. There’s a distinctly numeric quality to it; something banal and utilitarian when viewed through a certain prism. Especially for those of us not blessed with the beauty, wealth or status aphrodisiac. Into this category…

  • Love letter # 283

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    Paul Ransom
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    To this day I remain astonished at your choosing of me. Grateful for the shine in your smile. Amazed by your continued nearness. Whenever I stop to behold it, I am afloat on the sea of your beauty. Lifted up by the advent of your light. I swoon to your song and, in such musical…

  • Love letter # 265

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    Paul Ransom
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    What was once a wind whipped, steely chill is now the softly folding mist. Hard edges turned to comfortable blur. The colour of memory wistful and lovely. Sad howl rendered mellow song. They say ‘tis nothing more than time, but I feel it is not so; for in this gentle distance circles the thankful breath…