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I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.

Lang Leav

We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.
LANG LEAV

Born Love Togetherness
I don’t know how you are so familiar to me-or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before-in another time, a different place, some other existence.
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Difference Different Existence Feeling Impossible Known Love Myself Place Remember Smile
I’m a stranger in my own life.
LANG LEAV

Life Myself Stranger
If any person claims to have loved twice in all their life – they have not loved at all.
LANG LEAV

Break Up Life Love Person
Somehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.
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Beautiful Comfortable Hurt Known Myself Willing
When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am and we just are.
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Dry Existence Himself Myself Run Word
What I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
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Absence Expression Feeling Language Myself
It was a kind love, a selfless love. I was a dreamer, and you were a traveler. We met at the crossroads. I saw love in your smile, and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch, and I was already home.
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Catch Home Kind Love Myself Recognition Selfless Time Traveling Yourself
I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.
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Beautiful Body Collision Distance Hurt Known Myself Space Time
She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.
LANG LEAV

Herself Man Patch Work
I have always thought of memories as fragments, like colored glass shards in a kaleidoscope. It is the source of great beauty in our lives, yet the cause of such heartache. It remains the bridge between our past and present – it gives weight and dimension to our very existence.
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Beautiful Color Dimension Existence Fragment Glass Greatness Heart Broken Memories Ourselves Source
Where the strangers we meet, take us down one way streets, and forgetting is something we’re taught.
LANG LEAV

Forget Meet Myself Stranger Teaching
We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock in unison.
LANG LEAV

Clock Different Time Togetherness
I’m the one having to pander to you. I’m sick of being the one doing all the chasing. I’m not asking you to make me a priority – I know you’ve got a lot going on. But at least meet me halfway.
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Chase Myself Priority Sick Value
We all have moments of darkness, moments when we are so unlike ourselves. And like vultures they wait for a slip, a misstep, then they take that part of us and try to convince the world that is all we are.
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Darkness Moments Ourselves Vulture World
You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.
LANG LEAV

Blood Page Writing Yourself

I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.

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