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Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.

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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
Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to know one other.
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Calendar Clock Distance Feeling Known Soul Time Togetherness
There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way-has an almost hypnotic effect.
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Certain Power Quality Way Word
Don’t stay where you are needed. Go where you are loved.
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Love Need Stay Yourself
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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Answer Love Rhyme Talk Time Yourself
Don’t you get it?” he said. “The ones who are afraid of heights don’t trust themselves enough to jump.
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Enough Fall Height Jump Trust Yourself
Sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.
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Lonely Love Place Time
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
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
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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Hands Oneself Sacred Writing
I’m a stranger in my own life.
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Life Myself Stranger
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 memory of you is fading, a little at a time, and I can feel myself forgetting.
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Fade Forget Memories Myself Time
But how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?
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Himself Limitation Stop
We were born to walk this world in intersecting lines.
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Born Love Togetherness
You’re still crying about him aren’t you? Silly girl. What good will it do you to spill those sky blu tears? You meant either everything to him or absolutely nothing at all.
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Break Up Cry Goodness Man Past Yourself

Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.

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Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.

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