FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Philosophical

  • Love letter # 663

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    Paul Ransom
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    I write this letter to myself. To remind me. Today, for the first time since farewell, for a quiet minute or so, we did not think of her. Thus, it begins. The end.

  • Love letter # 526

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    Paul Ransom
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    There are a thousand reasons not to proceed. Nearly all of them are other people’s. Only one of them, fear of judgement, is ours. However, at this juncture, we may be better advised to think of the reasons to go ahead. Others may be disappointed if we choose one another, yet how will we feel…

  • Love letter # 568

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    Paul Ransom
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    What I like most about you is your electricity. Your energy, your vivacity, the way you shine at night. Though this can be alienating, and hard to keep up with, it is never dull. You have a splendid movement, a form of aliveness that draws me in. Even when I turn my eyes from you,…

  • I remember sunburnt shoulders

    I remember sunburnt shoulders

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    Paul Ransom
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    When I heard that you died, I felt your leaving like a layer of absence, as though a sliver had been excised. The loss of you is subtly haunting, a faint resonance in a largely vacated space. Decades ago, in our shared boyhood, we ran through the carefree hours between schooling and nascent adulthood. Before…

  • Love letter # 593

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    Paul Ransom
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    The story was intoxicating. The legend of us. The way we got together. Such a dream team. Damn that reality. Now I am not sure I ever loved you, nor you me. Our darling was the romance; the fact and fiction of finding each other. For years, it was enough. Until it wasn’t. In the…

  • Love letter # 604

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    Paul Ransom
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    They will not love you. They do not know how. Not like you would prefer. I say this to myself to make it better. For me, but also for you. Because I do not wish to resent you. There is little point, and you do not deserve it. My asking never implied your acceptance. I…

  • Leave them all behind

    Leave them all behind

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    Paul Ransom
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    We know what they are like. We have seen them all before. Their kind. So sure, so set in their ways. Those who feel they have the right to instruct, to prescribe. We should do this, be like that, live like they do. By their rules. If only their example was worth following, maybe we…

  • Love letter # 629

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    Paul Ransom
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    Once, in the garden of stars, it seemed like we were side by side – but that was a trick of the light. From the vantage of great distance alone did we appear together. Here, the space is beyond our measure. You are on the other side of the sky. I only know you by…

  • Love letter # 596

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    Paul Ransom
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    I went through the things recently, the assorted goods and chattel of living, and I threw most of it out. Dusty leftovers of erstwhile passions, the surplus machines of modern domesticity, the souvenir trinkets of memories already smudged. Then, when I surveyed the surviving pile, I knew without counting that it was you. Here, these…

  • Love letter # 20230218

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    Paul Ransom
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    Tomorrow I leave you. Yet, you will barely notice my absence; for I only walked in your dappled light, another visitor, passing through you like the breeze, my flight shaped, scented, by your sentinel presence. In the sculpture of my motion, the evidence of you, perturbations on the surface of a stream. The flex of…