FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 20

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    Paul Ransom
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    It goes like this: notice, ache, look away. Remind myself: this is not going anywhere. The years, scarcely a greater distance. Perhaps you have not seen me look at you; but I have registered the way you never see me. Why would you? Yours is the entire world, all its heavenly gifts. Mine is the…

  • Love letter # 674

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    Paul Ransom
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    If I know anything, it is this: I am. But also, miraculously, I know that you know. Upon the brilliance of stars, I swear I could dissolve at the thought of this. Here come the tears. They are the euphoria of letting go. One day I will let it flood. Until then, the only thing…

  • Love letter # 270

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the soft promise of your arrival, I am gently folding. Later, when the time for your departure nears, I shall yield once more.

  • Love letter # 91

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    Paul Ransom
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    It can barely be spoken of; words I can hardly say, trembling on my tongue. Waves rising in my breathing, dams bursting in my speech. In this tidal swell I am erased. Made a space. Oh, please don’t fill me, leave me excavated. With your name, half uttered, broken on my lips, you wipe away…

  • Love letter # 799

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    Paul Ransom
    in

    Subtle. Inescapable. This feeling that lives with me. My companion. Tracing my steps, following my line of sight. Moving to the rhythm of my breath. The me that isn’t me, yet is infused. Sweetness of my aching. Flavour of the space between – which vanishes at the speed of sensing. Oh you…nowhere, everywhere. All at…

  • Love letter # 530

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    Paul Ransom
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    Between us, a pact, a language, a force. Ineffable. Undeniable. That thing we have. Our way of seeing. Bleeding. Though, at times, we differ, we remain the same. Because we know. Sometimes, it is a sound, the deep wave of a bell. At others, a translucence. Or a space, quiet and awesome. Our beautiful annihilation.…

  • Love letter # 260

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    Paul Ransom
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    You will never know, even if I tell you; because it is indescribable.

  • Love letter # 114

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    Paul Ransom
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    I have you in my blood now, sticking to my skin, hovering like the weight of space in my chest. We are far apart, yet…you…physically present. Like the soft glisten of gold summer in slate hard winter. Aching quietly, I vault the sea in frictionless fantasy. Then, with relief – with a recognition that defies…

  • Love letter # 12

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    Paul Ransom
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    Anywhere. Anytime. In any language. For any reason. Without caveat. That is all. Nothing else.

  • Love letter # 284

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    Paul Ransom
    in

    It is one thing to imagine, another to be here beside you. Reminiscence may be sweet, wistful, but presence is powerful. I blink, rub my eyes, just to make sure it is so. Yes. Now you are all around me, as though I never left.