You talk to me in riddles, I will answer you in rhyme. I loved you for a little- I will love you for all time.
LANG LEAVThe second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.
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You’re still crying about him aren’t you? Silly girl. What good will it do you to spill those sky blu tears? You meant either everything to him or absolutely nothing at all.
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Here and now I love you, for the moment you have my heart. But you are entitled to my future, you have no ownership of my past.
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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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Who you love and who loves you back determines so much in your life.
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You 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.
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I’m the one having to pander to you. I’m sick of being the one doing all the chasing. I’m not asking you to make me a priority – I know you’ve got a lot going on. But at least meet me halfway.
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Whatever path you choose will take you to the same destination. The only thing that should guide you is your intuition.
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Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to know one other.
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I have happened in so many places, to so many people – the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.
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Love is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
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I think there is a sense of ownership in knowing, isn’t there? You let people in, and they claim parts of you-they fly their flag over uncharted territory and from then onward-you cease to belong wholly to yourself.
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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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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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Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
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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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