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Your first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to- it’s the first one who breaks it.

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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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Finding Hesitate Lips Love Myself Question Sweater
What I feel for you is at once the expression of language and the absence of it.
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Absence Expression Feeling Language Myself
Have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns; and swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn.
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Herself Let Go Love Morning
The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
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Clock Different Person Prime Time Yourself
We number our days and divide our seasons. We endlessly define what it is to be in love. When in truth, spring blurs into summer and always has, long before that line was ever drawn.
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Day Definition Division Love Myself Summer
Of all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.
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Word Worst Yourself
We all need to follow our intuition, even if it takes us down the wrong path. Otherwise, you’ll always be second-guessing yourself.
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Follow Intuition Need Path Wrong Yourself
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
Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you.
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Way Willing Yourself
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.
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Darkness Heard Life Reply Silence Time
Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!
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Hell Ourselves Rest
We all have moments of darkness, moments when we are so unlike ourselves. And like vultures they wait for a slip, a misstep, then they take that part of us and try to convince the world that is all we are.
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Darkness Moments Ourselves Vulture World
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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Be Yourself Feeling Pretend Time
That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
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Hands Oneself Sacred Writing
In time she will learn, not to miss them.
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Herself Learning Missing Time
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

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