For she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
LANG LEAVIt 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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And you said ecstasy was a storm cloud, just before the rain would burst into the night sky, like a thousand aquatic stars-and not one single moment before.
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I just hope you realize how much you mean to me. I just wish I could remind you of how beautiful you are. I’m sorry I haven’t told you in so long. But please don’t think I have given up on you. I will never give up on you. My arms are wide open. There is always a place for you here.
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But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.
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Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you.
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That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.
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Most people want to save the entire world. It’s a lovely thought, and I’m not saying it’s not a noble pursuit-but it’s impossible to save everyone. You just have to pick your little corner of the world and focus your energy there. That’s the only way you will ever make a difference.
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I don’t want to be in a relationship where I feel the constant need to explain myself. I don’t want to live in a world like that either.
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I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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I build my walls from the mess they leave.
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It was a question I had worn on my lips for days – like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn’t resist pulling – despite knowing it could all unravel around me. “Do you love me, I ask?” In your hesitation I found my answer.
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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.
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Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
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The less you speak, the more weight your words will carry when you do.
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The distance from you is measured in how far I’ve come.
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