FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Philosophical

  • 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…

  • Love letter # 407

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    Paul Ransom
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    I hereby acknowledge the downside to my capacity for and desire to give and receive love. It has led me into serious misjudgement and involved me in psychologically damaging relationships. Furthermore, it has allowed poisonous opportunists to manipulate and abuse me. My affections have been toyed with, and my openness and availability have made me…

  • Love letter # 417

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    Paul Ransom
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    My love for you is almost entirely imagined. It exists in the velvety realm between fantasy and despair. Silly ideas and simple facts. It brings them together. Tears them apart. And who knows what else? Because you certainly haven’t noticed. Perhaps one day you will stop – and there will be that moment. The one…

  • Love letter # 252

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    Paul Ransom
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    Quite possibly, you are too beautiful for me. As I stand on the brink of your kiss, I feel like someone about to drown. The sheer power of you is frightening, and I wonder if the hunger that will be unleashed in me will ever be sated. Will I forever be left wanting and wondering?…

  • Love letter # 247

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    Paul Ransom
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    Because we were together, nothing else mattered. I am sure we now both find that sentiment a little far-fetched and adolescent. Having worked out that what we really wanted to put our efforts into were money and achievement and status, we naturally drifted apart. No little wonder there. So now we have a house of…

  • Love letter # 230

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    Paul Ransom
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    I realise now the extent to which you lied to me; the manner in which you ruthlessly manipulated my affection for you. Of late, I have been very angry about this – furiously imagining encounters in which I get to hold you accountable. Yet, I know that I allowed it. If you were cynical, I…

  • Love letter # 339

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is arresting – humbling – to catch yourself hoping when all rational expectation is long dead. In spite of all my previous declarations and determinations, a stubborn candle burned. Little more than a slurry of wax smouldering in a dim corner of fantasy. Yet still alight. For desire pays no heed to evidence. So…

  • Love letter # 282

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    Paul Ransom
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    When you came into the room unexpectedly last night, the calmness that I had felt all day dissipated in a heartbeat. That same heart was suddenly in my throat. Sense of calm replaced with shudders. It’s why I fled. It’s why I’m writing this. Also, I feel it is only fair that you know why…

  • Love letter # 337

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    Paul Ransom
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    As I have grown older I have come to realise that part of loving is knowing when to stop. Much as it saddens me to say, that time has now come. Your accidental utterance – your Freudian slip – let the cat out of the bag; and though my heart is broken, my mind is…

  • Love letter # 272

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    Paul Ransom
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    Life, it seems, is a series of risks. We wager everything on the delusion of success or on the fallacy of profit. Many of us place our bets on failure and take the chance that trying to avoid pain will make us happy. But I will take the risk of possible tears for you. I…