FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Philosophical

  • Love letter # 397

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    Paul Ransom
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    I always loved you. It’s just that you never knew – or didn’t want to. Or maybe you just pretended. Never mind. Ultimately, it spared us.

  • Love letter # 342

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    Paul Ransom
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    You know as well as I do that things are not great between us right now; and I think we both know that pride and vanity have got in the way. Perhaps even ideology. Words we disagree on. Is this not ridiculous? Aren’t there bigger things at stake than our ego and our desire for…

  • Love letter # 562

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    Paul Ransom
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    I won’t lie. It’s like a knife. This silence. Distance. The way that abundant promise has winked into nothing in just a few months. From everything to this. I still don’t know why it went the way it did. What it was in you that said no. I guess it doesn’t matter. Explanations are a…

  • Love letter # 476

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    Paul Ransom
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    If we were younger we would be together by now. We would have found out. Now, we hover. Trying not to love. With no wish for bruising. Nor drama. Awareness as a form of inertia. Acknowledgement. Polite conciliation. Love within acceptable limits. Perhaps just enough to be torture. But no – we are not doing…

  • Love letter # 460

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    Paul Ransom
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    I think of you and I wonder if you think of me. Actually, I’m fairly sure you don’t because, despite the obviously deep connection we share when we’re alone, you have made it plain that this will not spur you into action. Again, I have cause to wonder. Why? What stops you? Is it simply…

  • Love letter # 946

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I am alone with you it is so obvious. Our love. Like a tiny flower. Or two little kids at play in a garden somewhere. Just too beautiful for the world. In public – in the company of the loud, the graceless and the complacent – it retreats. Not able to withstand the noise;…

  • Love letter # 471

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    Paul Ransom
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    They don’t know – but we do. That’s what marks us out from them. They respond to the truth with pacification, denial and judgement. And worse – advice. What we have they can only guess at. It’s why they think we’re strange. Cast their sideways glances. Yet what they may never work out is that…

  • Love letter # 1000

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    Paul Ransom
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    Let’s call this the end, shall we? Pack up our dreaming and go. Leave the scatterlings behind. All the odds and ends of our years. The ashes of our love and the exhausted batteries of our resistance to time’s inevitable and heedless smear of dust and forgetting. Once we had a thing – a pact…

  • A letter from an invisible man

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    Paul Ransom
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    It happened the other day. A turn of the head. A beautiful woman walking by. Half a second’s eye contact. Thin polite smile. Then the thought: walking by. The weight of what it meant. For that’s what she will always be from now. Beauty that walks by. I remember the first time I heard someone…

  • Love letter # 306

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    Paul Ransom
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    Back when I was even dumber, I pictured the perfect girl. In later years – sensibly – I gave up on her. Until you came along. The walking, breathing form of everything I ever privately dreamed. Beauty in the guise of a woman. Perhaps this is why I’m finding it so damn hard to let…