I have happened in so many places, to so many people – the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.
LANG LEAVI have happened in so many places, to so many people – the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.
LANG LEAVThe ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.
LANG LEAVYou can create something that is pure genius, but you have to get your timing right.
LANG LEAVHere 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.
LANG LEAVBut how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
LANG LEAVTo love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
LANG LEAVThe most beautiful thing is not when you learn to live without something: it’s the moment you realize you never needed it in the first place.
LANG LEAVI 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.
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 LEAVWhen someone stirs a world of emotion in you and it’s so intense you can barely stand to be with him.
LANG LEAVWe all need to follow our intuition, even if it takes us down the wrong path. Otherwise, you’ll always be second-guessing yourself.
LANG LEAVI had no way of knowing, when I was sitting alone in that tiny bedroom, that in just a few short months, I would meet the love of my life: a man who lived across the ocean from me, in a little house by the sea.
LANG LEAVIsn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.
LANG LEAVThe words I heard from you today, are said when there’s nothing left to say. What I would give to make you stay, I would give it all away.
LANG LEAVIt was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said.
LANG LEAVWe 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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