FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Philosophical

  • Love letter # 188

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    Paul Ransom
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    Your fear comes pouring off you. It’s frightening. And such a waste of time. I was in your shoes once. It was awful. I took someone’s love and turned it into the burden of proof. No wonder my fears came true. Don’t do this to yourself. These things do not bear cross examination. Love is…

  • Love letter # 160

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    Paul Ransom
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    What starts as a whisper ends in silence. Where there is a seed, dry leaves. I did not see you coming, but I know I will bleed when you go. The ghosts of the future are hovering in the lighted dust, portentous little sighs. Even in the thrill of this, their hatchlings are playing. It’s…

  • Love letter # 155

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    Paul Ransom
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    Now that we find ourselves here I’ve had to ask myself: what does it mean that I still love you? Experience tells me that love is often what we settle for. I see all your cracks, your quirks, your blatant inconsistencies. And you see mine. There is nothing heroic about us; we are just children…

  • Love letter # 167

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    Paul Ransom
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    I hesitate to make promises, even though I want to. I’d like to say I’ll be the best but I know I won’t. I wish I had the strength to be constant but I’m as weak as anyone who ever told a lie. I could fluke perfection for a moment – maybe a day or…

  • Love letter # 53

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    Paul Ransom
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    Sometimes I don’t know what to say to you. All my words have turned to time bombs; and with all these eggshells around, I’m best off quiet. If you cannot accept what is before you, I cannot force you. I wish you could see it for what it was – then you would know for…

  • Love letter # 215

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    Paul Ransom
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    The moment you put a fence around it…do I have to say? We both know you can’t command love. We both know it won’t be bullied. Love is the remnant child playing, making up worlds. Love is the creator. So don’t keep asking. You don’t have to. What’s given is given. I love you –…

  • Love letter # 245

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    Paul Ransom
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    I’m prepared to believe there’s starshine in your eyes – not because there is, but because it makes me high to think so. I get a rush when I think you’re wonderful. My heart is alive when it belts out your name. And then when you touch me… The truth may well be out there,…

  • Love letter # 50

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    Paul Ransom
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    I will confess a measure of fear. I know you feel it too. We have both lost blood before. I wonder if there is any more. But I love your kindness, the knowing laughlines at the sides of your still shining eyes. You still sparkle – and scratches fade away. I would be a fool…

  • Love letter # 333

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    Paul Ransom
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    Suppose I meet you again and you are beautiful. What then? Will I blurt it out, hoping that maybe the years will simply wash away, and we will be like kids again? Or will I just look. Nod, smile, share stories. Politely kiss you goodnight? They say you should never meet up with old sweethearts…

  • Love letter # 159

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    Paul Ransom
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    I once walked in the sun with you; I guess I should be glad. Maybe it’s wrong to want more; but I do. I would share this blue sky with you; if you wanted to.