FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Philosophical

  • Love letter # 642

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    Paul Ransom
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    You are doubtless wondering why I haven’t made a move on you. Perhaps you think I am not interested, or that I don’t ‘bat for your team’. Neither is true. The fact is, I have dreamt of your touch for months now. I have imagined all manner of scenarios in which we are lovers. More…

  • Love letter # 446

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    Paul Ransom
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    I try not to look, even though I can; though you make it easy. Are you unconscious of your beauty; aware that the sight of you is unravelling? Is this display of skin and form and flickering gesture an act, a game, or is it simply you? Am I meant to respond, to be nearly…

  • Love letter # 535

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    Paul Ransom
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    This is how I feel in the realm of your beauty: Liquid, vulnerable, naked, hungry, alone. For you are beautiful and I am not. Next to you, I am a million miles from your touch. In your wake, I walk the desert of your affection, and with each word the silence thickens. Yet none of…

  • Love letter # 412

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    Paul Ransom
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    I write this to have it said. To give it the shape of language. Tomorrow, I may think it mere venting – but today I am impelled. Emboldened by your absence; or rather, by the ways in which I have lately been reminded of you. The circles around me, the orbiting others, the noises they…

  • If we might still mend it with kindness

    If we might still mend it with kindness

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    Paul Ransom
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    Already, it has begun. The slow uncoupling. The incremental shifting of orbit. The quiet cellaring of doubts – earmarked as likely ammunition. Yet I wonder if we might still mend it with kindness. For not so long ago we were a kind, as though we had reached across the unbridgeable gulf between souls and seen…

  • Love letter # 664

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    Paul Ransom
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    The look in your eyes tells me everything I need to know. Your lips communicate, with soft pressure, the core truth. There is no call for a label. For a flag or an ism. For a placard or an ‘identity’. We are in not in need of causes and walls and us‘n’them markers. There is…

  • Love letter # 415

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    Paul Ransom
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    So the fantasy is no longer viable. The ideal ‘us’ revealed as a construction; mostly of lust and other longings. It kept us going for years. Until recently. Now its lustre has cracked to texture, its flame dwindled to flint. Yet what if, in waking, we discovered something more potent than hormonal dreams and daily…

  • Love letter # 369

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    Paul Ransom
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    Please do not be fooled by my hesitation, or by any apparent coolness. I do like you. Actually, a little bit more than like you. It’s just that, until now, I have stopped short of obvious display; preferring the safety of hints. It’s not that I don’t want you to know, it’s that I don’t…

  • Love letter # 410

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    Paul Ransom
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    I am writing to thank you; but also to apologise. The latter is because I am breaking my silence, the former is because you give me the only reason to do so. The bare truth of the matter is that our brief exchanges – your smiles, those hugs you give me, the touches – remind…

  • Love letter # 408

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    Paul Ransom
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    You. Who else? What other reason could there be? Please don’t pretend you aren’t aware. Don’t add that disingenuous veil of denial to the mix. It’s bad enough as it is – seeing you, having you near me. Those eyes, that smile. You see, I know you don’t mean it. You do it because you…