FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 499

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    Paul Ransom
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    There is a certain song – I’m sure you know the one. Whenever it plays I am in your arms. Suddenly, the distractions of my busy day and the vanity of my ambitions are dissolved, and I am reconnected with what truly matters. My unbounded, undying and all-encompassing love for you. The sheer beauty of…

  • Love letter # 251

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    Paul Ransom
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    I know I have said it a million times – perhaps I will say it a million times more – but for me it bears repeating. It is why I am here today. On the crest of something. Because if asked what I would have given for you, I would have said burn everything. Set…

  • Love letter # 229

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    Paul Ransom
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    Though we may dream of it, I think we all eventually come to accept that there is no perfection in these things. No one can fulfil us completely. Indeed, those we love most often create disappointment. I realise that this is your experience – and of course it is mine too. This is why you…

  • Love letter # 209

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    Paul Ransom
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    I don’t care about the hundred thousand reasons not to be together. I only care about being with you. I’ve heard all the reasons why it won’t work, but I am only interested in the overwhelming sense that it might; and that we should, at the very least, try. True, it will change the friendship…

  • Love letter # 244

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    Paul Ransom
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    It is the light that makes the night seem darker – the black that makes the bright seem wondrous. These two are dancers. They move as one. I know this because I love you. And because I have this crazy feeling, I can see clearly that you don’t. I could be sad about this –…

  • Love letter # 324

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    Paul Ransom
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    After all our noise and triumphalism – when our empires have fallen and our vainglory has come to nothing – it is the smallest things that sustain us. The simple warmth of human contact. Of hello. Of the smile we give one another. Or the smooth and lovely feel of your hand in mine. So…

  • Love letter # 242

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    Paul Ransom
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    In the end, I will leave with exactly what I came with; so I would like to spend some of that journey with you. It would make things brighter. There would be skin. And weakness. And splendour. And all other catechisms of purpose. Yet, perhaps there is something quieter, something beneath the mighty clamour, which…

  • Love letter # 356

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    Paul Ransom
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    Why? Because it feels so good to care. Because I am a fire when I love you. When I am most animal, I am most angel. To wrap my arms around you in the sweet quiet of the night is to seek an audience with the light. Because when I love you this way, everything…

  • Love letter # 289

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    Paul Ransom
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    Joy and sorrow are the twin lodgers of my two roomed heart. They are the on and the off – the song and silence. They moved in when you did. They are both the light of your nearness and the shadow that it casts. The promise that you bring and the love that you withhold.…

  • Love letter # 157

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    Paul Ransom
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    Today I looked at you with brand new eyes. Had I not truly seen you before, or have you changed? Perhaps the answer to this is academic – because all I know for sure is that when I saw you today I was unexpectedly breathless. Sometimes, it is not the first impression that counts, but…