FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Philosophical

  • Love letter # 335

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was through your beauty that I fell upon these things. On pleasant rambles unearthed. Dug from dark marrow and plucked into light. Always there, yet now known to language. These twin axes – the poles around which my life has danced – I have no more words to deny them. Eternity and mortality. All…

  • Love letter # 334

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    Paul Ransom
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    He sits waiting by the window at his favourite café, looking at his watch. She keeps her phone by her side, wondering when it will ring; startling at anything that sounds remotely like it might be him on the line. Now they both know what most of us come to know – the longing that…

  • Love letter # 368

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    Paul Ransom
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    Once we had that classic thing; you and me against the world. Sure, it was a delusion but at the time it was the most powerful and wonderful thing. I felt as though somebody, at last, got me. Together we were everything. Now, when I look back, I am tempted to see the ashes of…

  • Love letter # 311

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    Paul Ransom
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    Today I was trying to remember. What was life like before you? Who was I? I understand that this sounds melodramatic but when I think of all the changes that swept in with the storm front of your arrival, I realise that there is no overstatement in those questions. (Pardon the pun). Loving you unbound…

  • Love letter # 462

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    Paul Ransom
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    I had a dream – the one of you that didn’t quite turn out. It was made from the sadness in your eyes, and from the detailed loveliness of your bony fingers. Carved from the litheness of your form. Painted in the dusty alabaster of your skin. Made from the stories I wished were true.…

  • Love letter # 384

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    Paul Ransom
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    Realising how uncool it is these days to admit to something as old school as love, I do so anyway. How else to explain the way I feel about you? What other word to apply to the warmth that courses through me at your proximity? I do not propose to sacrifice my self-respect or put…

  • Love letter # 378

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    Paul Ransom
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    Do I stand a chance with you? Is there a way for me to get through your many layers of defence? Or are your reasons really excuses? Fear in the guise of determination? We both know that when someone says they are not looking for a relationship what they really mean is that the right…

  • Letter to the nice guy

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    Paul Ransom
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    You have never met me – most likely you never will – but I fear I may have witnessed a sliver of your life that is very telling. While your attention was rightly focused elsewhere, I sat watching you and your girl. She was so bright and effervescent, so sure of her attractiveness, so at…

  • Love letter # 256

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    Paul Ransom
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    You and I both know that there is no fairy tale – that these things move in cycles. From making me want to be the best I could be to accepting me at my worst, and vice versa, we have seen the beautiful and the busted. Yet here we are. Clinging to our life raft.…

  • Love letter # 309

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is not that I am especially broken – nor particularly wise – just a little wary. More than just bruises. Deep fissures; some of which have turned to a kind of freezing trepidation. Which makes me look at you with a mix of terror and desire. Tenderness and suspicion. This could be the legacy…