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The second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.

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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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Book Fashion Love Myself Point Time Togetherness Universe
I loved you more than love was allowed.
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Allow Excess I Love You Myself
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
To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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Dare Despair Gate Hope Love
I can’t believe how hard it is. The pain is indescribable. It’s like I’ve been turned into sandstone and my insides are being slowly hollowed out by a chisel and mallet.
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Believe Hard Hollow Indescribable Myself Pain Slow
I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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Desire Enough Myself
Maybe we slip in and out of alternate worlds through our minds and our imaginations, picking up scar tissue from other dimensions.
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Dimension Imagination Mindset Ourselves Pick Scars World
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
For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
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Death I Love You Relationship
The only ones they can turn against you are those who were never with you.
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Betrayal Loyalty Yourself
She was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
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Book Scripture Word Writing Yourself
How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.
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Capability Love Myself Person
Somehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.
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Beautiful Comfortable Hurt Known Myself Willing
Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!
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Hell Ourselves Rest
People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
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People Poet Sadness Writing
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

The second I tried to tell myself I wasn’t in love was the moment I realized I was.

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