FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 258

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    Paul Ransom
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    I sometimes think you must have fallen from the sky. I, at any rate, did not see you coming. There was a blink – and there you were. Standing next to me. So beautiful and radiant that I was taken aback. Almost concussed. Not knowing what else to do but go along. In a way,…

  • Love letter # 384

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    Paul Ransom
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    Realising how uncool it is these days to admit to something as old school as love, I do so anyway. How else to explain the way I feel about you? What other word to apply to the warmth that courses through me at your proximity? I do not propose to sacrifice my self-respect or put…

  • Love letter # 309

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is not that I am especially broken – nor particularly wise – just a little wary. More than just bruises. Deep fissures; some of which have turned to a kind of freezing trepidation. Which makes me look at you with a mix of terror and desire. Tenderness and suspicion. This could be the legacy…

  • 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…