FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Philosophical

  • Love letter # 103

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    Paul Ransom
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    Two days ago, everything was in its place. Yesterday, there was a storm, and everything got smashed. Today, sea and sky are calm, as though wind and rain never happened. The world turns. Hours tick by. People go about their business. We are nothing. Was any of it real, or did the dream simply crumple…

  • Love letter # 1007

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    Paul Ransom
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    Arrange a coincidence. Some scene. We meet by chance. Even the light is right. Time shrinks to now. Us. Perhaps this is it. The becalmed seconds of recognition. The rest, our numerous fictions, our practise of denial. So I will say only this…let us stand awhile in the sunlight and, for a warm, slow minute,…

  • Why I choose to love

    Why I choose to love

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    Paul Ransom
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    Perhaps it is selfish to speak of love. I give so as to get, etcetera; a transaction of tenderness, an economy of vulnerability. I make my bargain with pain in order to receive the benefits of joy. I am prepared to accept this possibility. Self-interest is pursued in many ways, often to the detriment of…

  • Love letter # 984

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    Paul Ransom
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    There is no way of knowing, no safe path; only the risks of yes and no. The question for you and I is which. What side of the coin? Heads or hearts? Neither is right, neither is wrong. Both are an expression of gravity. Shall we land together? Or should we fall apart? This is…

  • Love letter # 383

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    Paul Ransom
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    So, you’re wondering why I left early, without saying goodnight. Simple. You in that dress. Too much. Couldn’t bear it. Not the thought of no – which I know already – but the dread of hope. Easier to walk away. Better for both of us.

  • Love letter # 87

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    Paul Ransom
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    Before I became the fool I am now, I too was foolish. Like you, I stumbled, believing the fiction, the myth of lovers. Entranced, unseeing, I ran into the wall of folly. There I was burned alive, and put others to the flame. I broke all my promises and was, in turn, let down. Thereafter,…

  • Love letter # 424

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    Paul Ransom
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    This is where it ends. The years. My complicity. For a long while I believed you. After that, I merely wished not to disbelieve. Then I saw too clearly. I contemplated fury; was tempted by the colder unfurling of vengeance. Instead, I played a longer game, and you, righteous and entitled, stumbled towards this moment.…

  • Love letter # 60

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the bright eye of early afternoon I think of lightness. Later, in the smoky shade of evening, I contemplate remnants; things I have carried for years, like the weight of your touch.

  • Love letter # 236

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s true, things could have gone differently. We both made poor choices, acted out of pain. In the end it was a mess. Yet, always within reach, the love that uplifted, that promised to redress everything. As much as we made it our excuse, it gave us flight. When we were close, truly together, we…

  • Love letter # 2509

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    Paul Ransom
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    Yesterday, when we knew everything, nothing could stop us. Ours was the miracle unfolding. Today, we persist in ordinary orbit. No longer at the centre of things. Not wild, not cool, not defiant. We are no one’s idea of anything.   Yet, even in our unromantic waking, a kind of dream. A slow, grey yearning.…