There are things we sacrifice for love, that we willingly give. But no one who loves you will ever ask you to give up more than you are willing.
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.
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The feeling is like the ocean. Sometimes calm and still; other times, it’s a hurricane.
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But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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Some days it felt like a burden, to smile for you. To keep the lines of worry from etching into your forehead.
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In time she will learn, not to miss them.
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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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Doesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
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To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
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That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
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Life has a way of working itself out. You’ll see.
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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.
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Searching for the one thing, that would set my sad soul free.
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Anything and everything, the two almost the same–everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.
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I just hope you realize how much you mean to me. I just wish I could remind you of how beautiful you are. I’m sorry I haven’t told you in so long. But please don’t think I have given up on you. I will never give up on you. My arms are wide open. There is always a place for you here.
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I know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.
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The greatest injustice I have suffered has come under the pretense of love.
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