FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 292

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    Paul Ransom
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    It was not obvious. No fireworks. It came on like seasons do. A scent, a quality of light, a change in mood. Next, I turned around, and there it was. All over me. Flowing through me. And there was no way to unknow it. Now I cannot recall what came before. Another world. Not this…

  • Love letter # 166

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    Paul Ransom
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    My senses swirl around you. Picture you in minute detail, carve you in feeling, fill the air with your voice. I carry you with me as scent. Memory. Desire. I feel for you in the space beside me; trace your outline in thin air. Even the emptiness, the quiet, the absence…these too are renderings of…

  • Love letter # 744

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    Paul Ransom
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    You can tell. I sense it in your smile, the way you linger. You know I’ve noticed. Or think I have. Something makes you pop. Cooler, brighter, more alive. An essence, a hidden something? When we connect, however briefly, it feels like a leap. We vault the gaps that others disappear into. Yet I have…

  • 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
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    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.