FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • 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…

  • 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…