FREE LOVE LETTERS

Category: Smitten

  • Love letter # 316

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    Paul Ransom
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    Emotional availability, compassion, fearless honesty, the withholding of judgement and a sense of union. It’s why I still love you. Why we’re still we.

  • Love letter # 308

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    Paul Ransom
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    Your picture popped up in my news feed. A big party smile. Your eyes alive. It shot me through. My heart thundered. And it was clearer to me than ever. Try as I might to find other explanations, the simple fact is that I am totally in love with you.

  • Love letter # 352

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    Paul Ransom
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    If there was a switch that made it easier for me to formulate a rational response to this, I would not be sending you this message. But then there’s your sexy mouth and all the spells that it breathes in my ear – and my hunger for their promise is deeper and stronger than my…

  • For if you will take my hand…

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    Paul Ransom
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    We may well be lost. Broken. It may all be pointless. Doomed. This road we stumble down might lead to nowhere. Oblivion. Yet should you choose to walk this way with me…then, my angel, all beauty shall flower for you and I, and we shall take our remaining steps as though carried by the slow…

  • Love letter # 975

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    Paul Ransom
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    It’s not just that you have brought something vital and electrifying to my life but rather that your advent – and the fact of my loving you so – has transfigured the whole world. If once I thought it corny, I am now in awe. Today I walk in beauty. Tonight I shall sleep in…

  • Love letter # 450

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    Paul Ransom
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    You could be the most beautiful person I ever met. You might be the one they call ‘the one’. This is what drives me. To try. To fight for you. I take on board the possibility of abject failure – call it rejection – but I would rather gamble on that than take the chance…

  • Love letter # 537

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    Paul Ransom
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    Yes, it’s you. You I want to love in a crazy, unrestrained way. With all the intense and euphoric madness I possess. With this river inside me. In the ecstasy of belting rain. Like a kind of bursting. As though I were a loud and wild song. As if I was an everlasting candle burning…

  • Love letter # 307

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    Paul Ransom
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    From where I sit, I cannot genuinely know what you want, but this I can say: if it’s warmth and closeness, if it’s a deep and lasting connection, shelter in a storm, fire in the night, the idea that someone has your back, that somebody will put you before others, perhaps even before themselves, that…

  • Love letter # 425

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    Paul Ransom
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    All I know is that when you sent me that txt last night my heart rate doubled in an instant. My blood surged. A king tide of warmth washed through me. I have tried to keep these feelings at bay – aware of how easily they could unseat me, how entirely vulnerable they could render…

  • Love letter # 523

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    Paul Ransom
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    We are both adults. We know how these things go. So yes, it’s true, I am holding back. Yet, what If I loved you? What if I burned? What if you smiled in return?