FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Philosophical

  • Love letter to the world

    Love letter to the world

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    Paul Ransom
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    Look around. What do you see? People scurrying. Planning, making, doing. Ticking off bucket lists and achieving objectives. Bettering themselves. Head down, bum up in the dense and detailed thicket of living. There is nothing inherently wrong in this. After all, we have such a tiny window of awareness that it makes sense for us…

  • Love letter # 429

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    Paul Ransom
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    Though my intellect is telling me to detach – to move on, to understand this as just another in a long line of delusions – something in my heart will not let it go. I get that this is all a result of base desires and fundamental character flaws and that the romance of finding…

  • Love letter # 398

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I remove the filters and look at things clearly, one question repeats itself in my head and in my heart. When I take stock of your actions – and contrast them with your words – I am left asking: how exactly am I meant to interpret this? When you say that no one else…

  • Love letter # 338

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    Paul Ransom
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    Looking at your behaviour, (analysing your words, checking out your body language, noting what you seem to prioritise), it occurs to me that you may have it all wrong. I do not love you for your money or your success – am not drawn to your status and apparent power. I care not for your…

  • Love letter # 304

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    Paul Ransom
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    We can do this. All those external voices, the ones proffering their usual array of pre-digested objections – family, honour, class, culture – these are but the declarative choir of history, the pent up demand of billions of disappointed souls who said no and who now wish us to repeat their timid capitulation. But why…

  • Love letter # 432

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    Paul Ransom
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    Forgive me if I’m being blunt – but what is so terrifying about love? Why have so many people closed themselves down? Why have you? Of course you can get hurt. Yes, it can bleed. No, the Hollywood fairy tale doesn’t come true for most of us. Yet what would you rather? A half dead…

  • Love letter # 314

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    Paul Ransom
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    There are no rules here. Barely even protocol. Just feeling the way I do. Risking it all to tell you. Accepting that even the most heartfelt confession is no guarantee. So too – no need for apology; and certainly not guilt. The ache I carry today is simply the price of hoping. Of being dazzled…

  • Love letter # 425

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    Paul Ransom
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    All I know is that when you sent me that txt last night my heart rate doubled in an instant. My blood surged. A king tide of warmth washed through me. I have tried to keep these feelings at bay – aware of how easily they could unseat me, how entirely vulnerable they could render…

  • Love letter # 491

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is time that keeps us apart. Or more precisely, years. My age, your youth. My yesterdays, your boundless tomorrows. It is the heedless, evolutionary logic of mortality which shall shut me out from the dazzle your love – which has closed your eyes to the lustre of mine. For I am no mere dreamer;…

  • Love letter # 402

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    Paul Ransom
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    Was this how it was? When we were together they could never hurt us. In our world there was no language – simply recognition. The song that played deep inside your heart was singing its heart out in mine. Was that it – or did I make it up? Now I’ll never know. Just believe.…