What is she like? I was told – she is a melancholy soul.
LANG LEAVSometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.
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I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.
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There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.
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It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.
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You were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.
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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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But you’re not the kind of girl who builds her house from sticks; you are a fortress, stubborn and strong. Do not give away the keys to the kingdom to anyone less than a king.
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Are you like me? Do you give too much, too quickly? Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking that it will always open its arms up to you?
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Maybe we slip in and out of alternate worlds through our minds and our imaginations, picking up scar tissue from other dimensions.
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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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And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. How love never really ends. How your heart breaks the same way it beats, again and again, and again.
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That’s the thing about happiness. It doesn’t require justification.
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I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
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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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He gave her such gifts – not the kind that were put in boxes, but the sort that filled her with imagination, breathing indescribable happiness into her life.
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I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.
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Be patient. Your voice will find its way into the world, not in one loud instance but a steady trickle that turns into a deluge.
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When was the last time you felt like someone knew you and not the person you’ve been pretending to be. When was the last time you felt like yourself.
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I think that bothers me more than anything. That he could look in my eyes and tell me something that is completely contrary to the truth.
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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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I know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.
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I’m a stranger in my own life.
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And I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.
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I was loved in my dreams last night. It echoed through me like thunder-I felt it through and through.
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There are things we sacrifice for love, that we willingly give. But no one who loves you will ever ask you to give up more than you are willing.
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It was words that I fell for. In the end, it was words that broke my heart.
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I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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