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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.

Lang Leav

Have you ever loved a rose, and bled against her thorns; and swear each night to let her go, then love her more by dawn.
LANG LEAV

Herself Let Go Love Morning
People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.
LANG LEAV

People Poet Sadness Writing
Where are you?” She asked. “I have been searching all my life.” “Stop looking for me,” Love replied, “and I will find you.
LANG LEAV

Finding Life Love Myself Searching
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
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
Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
LANG LEAV

Day Drag Measurement Myself Past Present
And the weather was so damn sick of being predictable; I heard it began snowing in the Sahara and I wanted to tell you that I’ve changed.
LANG LEAV

Change Myself Prediction Sick
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.
LANG LEAV

Call Hands Kiss Love Name Relationship Yourself
That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.
LANG LEAV

Friendship Night Talk
You are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.
LANG LEAV

Blood Page Writing Yourself
He gave her such gifts – not the kind that were put in boxes, but the sort that filled her with imagination, breathing indescribable happiness into her life.
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Breathing Gift Happiness Herself Imagination Indescribable Kind Life
Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
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Name See Time Voice Yourself
It was a kind love, a selfless love. I was a dreamer, and you were a traveler. We met at the crossroads. 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.
LANG LEAV

Catch Home Kind Love Myself Recognition Selfless Time Traveling Yourself
It was beautifully worded and painfully read; the things that were written, were those never said.
LANG LEAV

Beautiful Myself Pain Reading Word
We all have moments of darkness, moments when we are so unlike ourselves. And like vultures they wait for a slip, a misstep, then they take that part of us and try to convince the world that is all we are.
LANG LEAV

Darkness Moments Ourselves Vulture World
I love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
LANG LEAV

I Love You Word Yourself

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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