FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 317

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    Paul Ransom
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    To you, finally, I can speak. Show. Become. And all the lies – so many fucking lies – they are no longer required. Like the frontier undefended. Ramparts abandoned. For in you, all the reason I ever needed to destroy the masks. Because you alone have seen me without the need for the shallow acclamation…

  • Love letter # 228

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    Paul Ransom
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    Wasn’t it true? Didn’t we know from day one? We had a language. Written in blood and stars. There were no silly vanities with us. We had no need for the distracting glare. In the world we made with our love, there was only love. It seems so wild to say it now – to…

  • Love letter # 380

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    Paul Ransom
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    Have you ever felt that someone really gets you? Sees you, hears you? I used to answer no to all these questions. Then I met you.

  • Love letter # 302

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    Paul Ransom
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    I loved you from the very first moment I saw you, for reasons that aren’t reasons. Today, I think of this miraculous confluence as an act of recognition. Of twin souls reconnecting. I realise that this is a highly romantic interpretation of events, but of all the explanations I can reasonably summon, it is the…

  • Love letter # 277

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    Paul Ransom
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    From the distance of now, it is safe to say that I would have offered you everything. I would have run with you wherever – however far from everything that was. I am almost certain that this would have been a grand folly – but at least I would have known the thrill of it.…

  • Love letter # 224

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    Paul Ransom
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    To live is to share; this is what I now realise. All my previous striving and apparent achievement gave me nothing that was not simply vanity or distraction in the guise of victory. In my pomp I rattled around in a room of echoes – hearing only the narcissistic babble of self. And even in…

  • Love letter # 367

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    Paul Ransom
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    Sometimes, when you are near to me, I feel as though a vast and slow moving waveform is travelling quietly but inexorably within me. Through me. That you are as the moon and I am as the tides – lifted up by you. It is a humble feeling, and I surrender to it utterly; and…

  • Love letter # 268

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    Paul Ransom
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    When the skin is blood and the heart is fire, and the mind is the sound of the driving rain, this is when I will know for sure. That there is only one path I can take – and it will lead me to your door. To the point where I will lay it all…

  • Love letter # 221

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    Paul Ransom
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    I was so afraid to ask you that I had to write this letter instead. The words I tried to form got stuck. Disassembled at the sight of you. Maybe I thought I was too old for this kind of adolescent nervousness. How wrong your beauty proved that to be. And so here it is…

  • Love letter # 275

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    Paul Ransom
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    It seems we all get stuck on semantics. Boyfriend/girlfriend, partner/lover or ‘just’ friends. Yet, when I think about what it is I want to share with you, it’s definitely not a label. In a way, the so-called relationship I wish I had with you revolves around some very simple understandings. I would have it that…