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Yes, we took it all for granted-but isn’t that such a blessed thing? When you’re not even thinking about what you have, because you never imagine you someday won’t.

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I have given so much to things that weren’t worth my time. When all along, it’s the people I love that I should have carried.
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Carry Love Myself People Time Worth
For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
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Herself Himself Love Poet Poetry
Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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Name See Time Voice Yourself
I was coming to the end of a difficult period in my life, though when the end isn’t in plain sight, you don’t realize how close you are.
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Difficult End Hard Time Life Realize Yourself
And I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.
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Cry Dream Future Myself Sadness
I was loved in my dreams last night. It echoed through me like thunder-I felt it through and through.
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Dreams Love Myself Night Thunder
I had no way of knowing, when I was sitting alone in that tiny bedroom, that in just a few short months, I would meet the love of my life: a man who lived across the ocean from me, in a little house by the sea.
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Known Love Man Miracle Myself Relationship
In many ways, a book is, in itself, a tiny universe. Each page is like a newly formed galaxy, fashioned from a single, pulsing thought. A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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Book Fashion Love Myself Point Time Togetherness Universe
If you have to be with someone at all, then be with someone who makes you feel like you are still in control.
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Control Feeling Togetherness Yourself
I can’t believe how hard it is. The pain is indescribable. It’s like I’ve been turned into sandstone and my insides are being slowly hollowed out by a chisel and mallet.
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Believe Hard Hollow Indescribable Myself Pain Slow
Sometimes I am caught between poetry and prose, like two lovers I can’t decide between. Prose says to me, let’s build something long and lasting. Poetry takes me by the hand, and whispers, come with me, let’s get lost for awhile.
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Hands Lost Lover Myself Poetry
It was pure bliss and absolute torture at the same time. I was in daze, as if my brain had suddenly packed up and gone on vacation. I could barely string words together in a sentence.
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Bliss Brain Myself Togetherness Torture Vacation
When love finds you, it doesn’t come as crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears as a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. It dawns on you slowly, like a warm winter sunrise-where the promise of summer shines out from within.
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Calm Love Peace Slow Sunrise Warm Winter Yourself
The second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.
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Love Moments Myself Realize
We will remain unwritten through history, no X will mark us on the map; but in books of prose and poetry, you loved me once, in a paragraph.
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Book History Literature Love Poem Remain Writing Yourself
I know love because I am in love. Because of how long I’ve loved. Because of the man I love.
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Known Love Man Myself

Yes, we took it all for granted-but isn’t that such a blessed thing? When you’re not even thinking about what you have, because you never imagine you someday won’t.

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