FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Philosophical

  • Love letter # 382

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    Paul Ransom
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    The days are fine. It’s the evenings that do it. Make the years intolerable. As though time itself had ground us down. We used to seem like angels – now we seem like dust. And so I wonder – are we held together by what we used to be? By the lingering fantasy of you…

  • Love letter # 232

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    Paul Ransom
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    Loving you has been really good for my weight – because whenever I see you I am sick with nerves and simply cannot eat. Your impact is so utterly physical; and all of my fine assertions and splendid determinations are simply melted on sight. It’s as though I have no defence whatever. Something about you…

  • Love letter # 218

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    Paul Ransom
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    The end of isolation and bitterness does not lie behind a wall. It rests in the arms of love. The demons shall not be chased out by darkness. They shall be banished by the light. It is when we allow ourselves to be loved that our fear and mistrust finally dissolve. For the past cannot…

  • Love letter # 234

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    Paul Ransom
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    “When you let yourself be wrong, then you will know the truth.” I am not sure if this is an old saying or not – but it makes sense to me in our current circumstance. I do not for one moment believe it will make you run to my arms – as I wish you…

  • Love letter # 370

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    Paul Ransom
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    You ask me what is wrong; although I cannot believe you do not know. There is nothing wrong, per se – only that I love you – and that I have done so for ages. Silently, because I respect your situation. In my head, because it is the only safe place for me to say…

  • Love letter # 229

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    Paul Ransom
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    Though we may dream of it, I think we all eventually come to accept that there is no perfection in these things. No one can fulfil us completely. Indeed, those we love most often create disappointment. I realise that this is your experience – and of course it is mine too. This is why you…

  • Love letter # 386

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    Paul Ransom
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    Why do I grasp? Snatch at? Investigate? Suspect? Because I am afraid. That you won’t love me. That really…you don’t care. And why do I want you to care? Because when we are loved – truly – we bask in the untroubled light of our own possibility. We are at our most magnificent. Cleansed of…

  • Letter to the lonely girl

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    Paul Ransom
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    I saw you when you first came into the bar. You were with your man. Your eyes, your smile, they were loving him – full of such care and wanting. So much kindness. And I was melted right there. But he turned his shoulder – flirted with the pretty, skinny girl standing next to him.…

  • Love letter # 320

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    Paul Ransom
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    Although it is now our habit to see the less attractive parts of our relationship – and I, like you, have wondered why I am still here – there are times when I recall the beauty. When I reconnect with the buzz and the undeniable sense of recognition. When I thank every available deity that…

  • Love letter # 324

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    Paul Ransom
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    After all our noise and triumphalism – when our empires have fallen and our vainglory has come to nothing – it is the smallest things that sustain us. The simple warmth of human contact. Of hello. Of the smile we give one another. Or the smooth and lovely feel of your hand in mine. So…