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I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.

Lang Leav

Hands are no longer hands. They are caresses. Mouths are no longer mouths. They are kisses. My name is no longer a name, it is a call. And love is no longer love – love is you.
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Call Hands Kiss Love Name Relationship Yourself
The 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.
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Beautiful Learning Live Moments Need Place
You’re young and there’s still so much ahead. So much uncertainty and doubt. It keeps you up at night-this wild, restless feeling. But you don’t know how free you are. For this short, miraculous time, you have no one to answer to, nothing to lose. You belong wholly to yourself.
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Doubt Feeling Lose Miracle Time Young Yourself
You won’t hear from me again after today, and I don’t want you to worry. I’ll be okay. Because I have to be.
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Break Up Leave Myself Worry
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
Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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Abstraction Hands Light Love Moments Ourselves Shadow Wave
And I sighed and wept for what could not be–and for all that could have been.
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Cry Dream Future Myself Sadness
You said my sadness was like the sun, beautiful from a distance but it hurt you too much to come closer.
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Beautiful Close Hurt Sadness Sun Yourself
There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does.
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Change Day Hurt Kind Known Sadness Yourself
Yes, I think it is entirely possible to fall in love with someone you’ve never met. Physicality is an expression of intimacy- not an indication of it.
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Expression Fall In Love Intimate Myself Possible Thinking
The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.
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Heart Broken Hope Intense Love Relationship Salvation Soul
There are things I miss that I shouldn’t, and things I don’t that I should. Sometimes we want what we couldn’t, sometimes we love what we could.
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I Miss You Love Philosophy
Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss goodnight.
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Autumn Beginning Feeling Kissing Myself Summer
I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
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I Love You Word Yourself
I have given so much to things that weren’t worth my time. When all along, it’s the people I love that I should have carried.
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Carry Love Myself People Time Worth
Understand that we must lose our way, over and over, before we can find the best version of ourselves.
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Best Lose Lost Ourselves Understand Version Way

I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.

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I know there is a terrible distance between us. But our bodies are made of stardust, and we are hurtling through space and time, toward the most beautiful collision.

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