But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
LANG LEAVBut how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
LANG LEAVI missed you today. Between waking and sleeping, I thought of you.
LANG LEAVWhere are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.
LANG LEAVWhen 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.
LANG LEAVI 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.
LANG LEAVAnd 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.
LANG LEAVDo you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.
LANG LEAVThere is one who you belong to, whose love- there is no song for.
LANG LEAVYou may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself.
LANG LEAVDoesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
LANG LEAVSome days I feel like my soul is being pulled in one direction and my heart in another.
LANG LEAVOur emotions pull us in different directions. The stronger the emotion, the greater the pull. Feelings are not always practical, nor do they make any logical sense. That’s just the way it goes.
LANG LEAVUnderstand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
LANG LEAVHave you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns; and swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn.
LANG LEAVI loved you more than love was allowed.
LANG LEAVIn her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.
LANG LEAV