FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Grateful

  • Love letter # 139

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    Paul Ransom
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    Today of all days. I should have known better; but I turned over that page and there you were. Sudden brightness. Like a massive tide – and me floating. And everything. Absolutely everything. Until there was the light alone. And a silence like resting. And all because you let me love you.

  • Love letter # 130

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    Paul Ransom
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    There was a time when I looked to the sky for fireworks. Now I look at you. You are where the stars burst. This is how my nights are coloured. The angels can stop their singing, the bells cease ringing – you are here beside me, where even oceans come to heel. If I once…

  • Love letter # 104

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    Paul Ransom
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    You came towards me in the coldness, in the warmth you went away. In the night, you slept beside me; in the day you drained away. You never meant to – that much I’m sure – but the light shone regardless, and all was transformed. You only wanted a kiss, not all this. But you…

  • Love letter # 115

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    Paul Ransom
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    The world rattles, noise outside, busy with itself – but when those bright lights lose their lustre, the rush is just an hour, a pretty, distracting drive by. And try as it might, the clatter cannot cut the thread. There are things that hold us together: the long and lovely narrative, the bittersweet anchor, the…

  • Love letter # 133

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    Paul Ransom
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    I think sometimes I might be blessed. At least, that’s what I think when I think about you. I’m sure there are more worthy candidates. Kinder. Warmer. More truthful. Better able to return the love you so freely extend. I woke up in the middle of a dream with you, having no idea how I…

  • Love letter # 171

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I learnt to care about you I learnt to get over myself. Loving you saved me from the obsessive drama of the ego. Without necessarily planning it, you threw open the gates to something other than me, me, me – and as a result I am lighter. The cannibalising introspection that ruled my days…

  • Love letter # 29

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    Paul Ransom
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    My empire? It was a mere exhalation. A sound I made sometimes. It added up to not much. When you kicked down the walls of my castle you let me loose. I became a child again, naked without masks, running without chains. I felt like the air. And you were flying with me.

  • Love letter # 40

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is strange to wake up without hope. Liberating. Now at last I am free to love you as I may. No waiting by the phone. No hanging on Facebook. Just love – and moving through the day. Not weary. Not fretful. Unshackled. This is your final gift to me. Yesterday, my longing was choked…

  • Love letter # 8

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    Paul Ransom
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    And so here we are, as I always knew we would be. Miles apart; days drifting into weeks and longer, treasures gathering dust. Dusk becoming midnight. I guess I thought I’d get used to it. I never did. The world kept reminding me. Every time I thought the fever had dulled, or the vivid light…

  • Love letter # 3709

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    Paul Ransom
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    Not so long ago, we were fantastic. You dazzled me, I dazzled you. Then, somewhere along the line, wonder became humdrum. My erstwhile charms are now painful to you. The mystery I once possessed has been replaced by hairs in the basin. And your tipsy laugh makes me cringe. We are an old couple now,…