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I do know there are all kinds of barriers to love. I do believe the world needs less of them.
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Barrier Kind Love Myself Need
I’m a stranger in my own life.
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Life Myself Stranger
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 have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.
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Bury Hide Myself Person Poem Word Writing
Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.
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Finding Life Love Myself Searching
Doesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
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Age Fall In Love Soul 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
Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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Abstraction Hands Light Love Moments Ourselves Shadow Wave
It was words that I fell for. In the end, it was words that broke my heart.
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End Fall Heart Broken Myself Word Writing
That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.
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Friendship Night Talk
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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Open Quick Thinking Throw World Yourself
I know you were born with your heart already broken. But the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole.
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Born Heart Broken Known Myself Pieces Whole
Some days I feel like my soul is being pulled in one direction and my heart in another.
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Day Direction Feeling Heart Myself Soul
Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.
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Eyes Intense Love Myself Relationship Thinking Tree
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
Take me someplace where I can feel something-I want to give away my heart. Tell me his name so I can know love when it speaks to me. Give me someone I can write about.
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Feeling Heart Heart Broken Myself Name Place Writing

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