FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Philosophical

  • Love letter # 296

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    Paul Ransom
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    I am not a linear narrative, nor a hero on a journey. I am simply living. Messily and haphazardly. I am neither a robot of destiny, nor an avatar of God. I am but human. Flesh and genes. An example of passion and folly – but with an eye for something called beauty. And even…

  • Love letter # 264

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    Paul Ransom
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    The way you looked last night – in the evening light – in that lovely dress – it forced me to confess. I think about you all the time, and I wonder if we will ever, ever be. I am wracked with reservation, (having heard your stories of bad men and broken hope), but this…

  • Love letter # 205

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    Paul Ransom
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    Desire, love, connection – call it what you will – it appears to happen by some magical process. The sight of you has sent the signals rocketing through my system; that warm, enveloping tide of hormones and recognition. The physical crush in my chest. The gravitational force that urges me to touch you whenever I…

  • Love letter # 289

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    Paul Ransom
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    Joy and sorrow are the twin lodgers of my two roomed heart. They are the on and the off – the song and silence. They moved in when you did. They are both the light of your nearness and the shadow that it casts. The promise that you bring and the love that you withhold.…

  • Love letter # 240

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    Paul Ransom
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    I confess – I set out to be cruel to you today. I wanted to punish you for my hurt. But I couldn’t. I saw you and that warm, resilient flower inside me opened up, like the sun returning after winter. I wanted to push you away but something stronger kicked in. An elemental force.…

  • Love letter # 146

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    Paul Ransom
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    This may surprise you. I wanted to. Ached to do so. But I just couldn’t. Didn’t. Too many barely healed wounds. The heaviness of history. Net result: I was rooted to the spot. Not able to form the words, nor make the move. Easier to walk away and have you wonder what planet I’m on.…

  • Love letter # 157

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    Paul Ransom
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    Today I looked at you with brand new eyes. Had I not truly seen you before, or have you changed? Perhaps the answer to this is academic – because all I know for sure is that when I saw you today I was unexpectedly breathless. Sometimes, it is not the first impression that counts, but…

  • Love letter # 239

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    Paul Ransom
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    This is what I don’t get. You smile, you let me touch you, you even hold my hand. Damn it you even seem to care. Then I open the way for you, show you I’m responsive, ready to take a risk for you and…you shut down. That’s fine – you’re allowed to. You have to…

  • Love letter # 300

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    Paul Ransom
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    Just say. Don’t test me with signs or whatever you think they are. Say yes or no. Make it plain. I was never a genius before I knew you – why would loving you make me any smarter? I’m scouring you for clues – waxing between near certainty and crestfallen flatness. You touch me, you…

  • Love letter # 285

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    Paul Ransom
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    I’ve been trying to hide it – but your proximity opens up the cracks in my shield of uncaring. And now, even when you’re not around, I think of you – dream up scenarios. It’s your long black hair, your gorgeous smile, the way you let your hand rest on my knee. That and my…