FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Philosophical

  • Love letter # 137

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    Paul Ransom
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    I did not love you because you loved me. I loved you because you were wonderful. I did not kiss you for your kiss. I kissed you for your splendour. We did not dance because we had to. We danced because the music… You weren’t the one I hoped for. You were much better. I…

  • Love letter # 90

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is often said of lovers that one remembers, the other forgets. You can guess which one I am. Three years ago today. Do you recall? We listened to Sigur Ros – and the whole world was ours. You asked me if love was the most important thing. I said there was nothing else. It…

  • Love letter # 70

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    Paul Ransom
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    I chose the fire. Now look. Burnt. Does it really matter how I got here? I’m here now – wishing maybe I wasn’t – knowing I should be. Yet even though it was my ultimatum, the nights are still empty and I long for them to be filled with something akin to your nearness. The…

  • Love letter # 273

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    Paul Ransom
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    Exactly when I cannot say – but I am absolutely certain that somewhere along the line I was forced to abandon the illusion of control. There is, after all, something greater than me. Don’t ask me to explain it, but something about the way I loved you changed the world…from the inside. One day, I…

  • Love letter # 164

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    Paul Ransom
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    I always felt we broke up for the wrong reason. It was fear that finished it; not fighting, not betrayal. You didn’t even get a better offer. You just got scared. To you, being with me – with anyone – was like a prison. The idea of giving up your freedom was too much. “I…

  • Love letter # 3709

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    Paul Ransom
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    Not so long ago, we were fantastic. You dazzled me, I dazzled you. Then, somewhere along the line, wonder became humdrum. My erstwhile charms are now painful to you. The mystery I once possessed has been replaced by hairs in the basin. And your tipsy laugh makes me cringe. We are an old couple now,…

  • Love letter # 22

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    Paul Ransom
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    There may well be a god – I cannot know – or some grand purpose may well have been assigned. This would be news to me. People talk about life lessons, about meant to be; but I do not claim to understand these things. Yet when you are near me… What is it that I…

  • The Letter I Cannot Send You

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    Paul Ransom
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    Knowing I was right all along is very little consolation. I remember how my instincts were screaming at me despite your denials, how I remained unconvinced even when you seemed to return to something like normal. And today, confirmation is cutting me in half. Yet, the injustice cannot be undone, the water will never return…

  • Love letter # 59

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    Paul Ransom
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    Sunlit autumn afternoons…they are like my desire. The satin soft shimmer of summer; cool-edged and minty now. The preposterous, quixotic belief that somehow this warmth will linger; absurd like my stubborn dream. In this inexorably chilling air, the ghost of a song; its echo receding to inevitable hush. I whisper to these burnt gold leaves…

  • Love letter # 97

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    Paul Ransom
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    Sometimes I feel like blaming you. Sometimes I wish I felt nothing. That would be a whole lot easier. None of this is what I think – it’s how I feel. In my polite, well ordered mind this is all perfectly ordinary break up stuff. You started off liking me and then something changed and…