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It was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.

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Fear isn’t a reason when it comes to love–it’s an excuse. Anyone who has ever been in love will tell you that.
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Excuse Fear Love Reason Yourself
The distance from you is measured in how far I’ve come.
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Break Up Distance Measurement Myself
Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you.
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Way Willing 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
How many people have we known all our lives and never once loved. How many people have we loved and never known.
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Deep Known Live Love People
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
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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Blood Page Writing Yourself
He swept in like a tsunami, wave after wave, and I didn’t stand a chance. All those warnings, all the things they tried to prepare me for-lost in an instant-to the enormity of what I felt.
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Deep Feeling Love Preparation Stand Wave
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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Burst Cloud Moments Oneself Rain Storm
That’s the thing about happiness. It doesn’t require justification.
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Happiness Justification
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 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
Before the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.
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History Ourselves Tears
But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.
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Belief Future Hope Myself
Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
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Name Oneself See Stop Thinking Yourself
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

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