FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Philosophical

  • Love letter # 366

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    Paul Ransom
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    I never really stopped loving you. Didn’t get the chance to. Which leaves the memory of you relatively untarnished; still lustrous, still the nigh miraculous possibility. The drudgery of years and the cooling of fires never applied to you. You left before ordinary set in. Maybe that was prescient of you. In the silence that…

  • Love letter # 420

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    Paul Ransom
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    Hey, this might be little more than a ‘friends with benefits’ thing…but we can call it love if we want. After all, it is just a word, a symbol of something shared between people, an indicator of something more special than the merely average or convenient. Sure, we can shy away from it if you…

  • Love letter to the girl in the beautiful dress

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    Paul Ransom
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    I noticed you earlier in town. I was idling over a long black, not really doing anything, when you emerged from the city throng, like a vessel long ensnared beneath, afloat at last. Bathed in light. We did not speak. Nary a glance was passed between us. You just sat nearby, took out a notebook…

  • Love letter # 418

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    Paul Ransom
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    It has taken until now for me to write and send a love letter. There was never really any point before; not for someone like me. Not for the awkward, unattractive kid. Not for the one with glasses and blotchy skin. Not for the man without the flash of wealth or the shimmer of apparent…

  • Love letter # 584

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    Paul Ransom
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    I look around – pugilistic presidents and pitchfork mobs, demagogues and ideologues – and it seems easy to retreat. After all, humanity is just the latest apex predator awaiting immolation and extinction. Poking phones and pouring plastic into sea. Shopping till the sky caves in. Jamming up the cave with junk. Marketing the multi-coloured lobotomy…

  • Love letter # 326

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    Paul Ransom
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    And in a blink, with a quiet inevitability, we find ourselves at the end of summer – these the last balmy nights, the last songs of the season. Soon, we will turn our heads away for a moment and, when we look back, will see that it has gone. Leaves at our feet. Beginnings of…

  • 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 # 351

    Love letter # 351

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    Paul Ransom
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    Suppose I loved you in a way that wasn’t hearts and flowers; that did not accord with the staples of Western romance? Would you still recognise it? What if I never said that I wanted you to be mine, or I yours? If I never ask you to marry me or speak of us as…

  • Love letter # 1025

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    Paul Ransom
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    I know you have another lover now. I saw you with him last night. And then I saw the look in your eyes.

  • Love letter # 434

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    Paul Ransom
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    I understand that you have been expecting me to get back in touch. Our catch-up last week was such great fun. We got along so well. We connected. Or so it was meant to appear. For a few minutes – and only for a few – your fawning, ego stroking act was working. It almost…