FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 117

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    Paul Ransom
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    I had forgotten how beautiful you were. Seeing you again, I remembered – and I was speechless. You said my name but I could not say yours. That would have been dangerous. Then you would have known. If only I could write this, even send it – and yet somehow still hide. If only you…

  • Love letter # 43

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    Paul Ransom
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    I sit here – the sea a mirror blue, sky like a primed canvas, cool air settling like a blanket of feathers. It’s perfect. And what do I think of? You. So I reach for phone, dial the number with your name on it, just about crumble when you answer. My nerve vanishes – small…

  • Love letter # 145

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    Paul Ransom
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    Only when I gave in to you was I was liberated. Only when I let you in was I warm inside. Only as my heart was breaking was I truly mended. You have brought the stars to light – and you are the colour of spring. I knew nothing of the sea until I drowned…

  • Love letter # 96

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    Paul Ransom
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    A thousand million men would surely say the same thing for the right girl; it just so happens I’m saying it for you. I’m not the remarkable one – you are. I just had the good sense to be amazed by you.

  • Love letter # 22

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    Paul Ransom
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    There may well be a god – I cannot know – or some grand purpose may well have been assigned. This would be news to me. People talk about life lessons, about meant to be; but I do not claim to understand these things. Yet when you are near me… What is it that I…

  • Love letter # 47

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    Paul Ransom
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    Sometimes there is a knife in me – and it cuts so beautifully. The rush of blood that follows is heady, like a delirious tide, and everything is pure yearning. This is how I feel tonight. Wanting you so. Aching like madness. Right now, I am a light source. Loving you. I am the river…

  • Love letter # 6

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    Paul Ransom
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    I write this to say one simple thing. It is you I would choose.

  • Love letter # 82

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    Paul Ransom
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    If ever I have cause to doubt – and God knows I do – I only have to hear your voice. Why is it that the mere fact of your calling erases all pretence? I like to think I have resistance. But no. One minute of you, and a veritable river of light runs through…

  • Love letter # 208

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    Paul Ransom
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    There is a space beside me. It’s where I want you to be. Am I being impatient? Would it be better if I kept my wishes secret – or at least wordless? Shall I continue to subsist on half delivered promises? Forgive me, but I cannot. I will not. I would like to fly, not…

  • And The Angels Love The Broken Best Of All

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    Paul Ransom
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    I do not know whose story this is. It could be mine. It could belong to us all. Maybe there is a sublime universal screenplay, and we are all acting from it, adding our little bits, yet never changing a thing. Maybe everything is written. Doesn’t feel like it though. There are times when the…