FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Grateful

  • Love letter # 214

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    Paul Ransom
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    Only by my hunger could I hope to measure you. Only by desire. And by not seeing exactly what I desired, I became blind to the love I already had. It was as though you could never love me enough. So in the end you stopped. For if my love will not do … I…

  • Love letter # 142

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    Paul Ransom
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    Most years I scoff at the idea of Valentine’s Day. It’s such an obvious Hallmark occasion, a corporate concoction designed to give us something to buy during the slowest part of the retail calendar. All that flowers and candlelit dinner shit. It’s so goddam suburban. Puke. I know you know what I mean – which…

  • Love letter # 315

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    Paul Ransom
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    You were the storm that broke without warning – smashing down from a sky that had seemed clear just moments before. You were the gale that tore through the musty old house and ruffled all the dried up feathers. You were the dream girl who invaded my quarantined sleep. And then, when all the usual…

  • Love letter # 320

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    Paul Ransom
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    Although it is now our habit to see the less attractive parts of our relationship – and I, like you, have wondered why I am still here – there are times when I recall the beauty. When I reconnect with the buzz and the undeniable sense of recognition. When I thank every available deity that…

  • Love letter # 356

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    Paul Ransom
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    Why? Because it feels so good to care. Because I am a fire when I love you. When I am most animal, I am most angel. To wrap my arms around you in the sweet quiet of the night is to seek an audience with the light. Because when I love you this way, everything…

  • Love letter # 162

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    Paul Ransom
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    What did I do before you? I don’t know. What on earth was I filling my time with? Just stuff, it seems. Distractions. Noise. I thought I was so smart, so cool, so together. It was all vanity. Not worthless entirely – but nothing like now. I knew, on the night we kissed, exactly what…

  • Love letter # 122

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is good to be reminded that I am not everything; that the popular ‘vale of illusion’ fantasy which posits a self-centric universe is itself an illusion – a fetish of hubris and extravagant denial. There is something other than me. At the very least, you. You are not simply a means for me to…

  • Love letter # 169

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    Paul Ransom
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    So much beauty out there tonight. Almost unbearable. But it reminded me – as if I needed reminding – that whatever gift it is I possess, it is also my cross. The demon that shadows me is the same angel sent to save me. How grateful I am to be shown this; and for my…

  • Love letter # 147

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    Paul Ransom
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    Everything you heard is true. I did say those things. I was hoping to convince myself. I failed. In my pain I tried to hate you, to spill my guts like a shield. Easier to rage than to cry; to clothe my nakedness in lies. When the love I had could no longer be shared…

  • Love letter # 120

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is not simply because you are 800 miles away that I miss you. Without you near I find I am trapped inside my thoughts, my own awful, wordy conceits. Leave the ego alone and it will vainly consume the day, leaving only an ache for the night. When I can reach out and touch…