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.
LANG LEAVFor me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
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Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you.
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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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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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I was loved in my dreams last night. It echoed through me like thunder-I felt it through and through.
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Knowing sleep will set it right – if you were not to wake.
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The briefest moment shared with you-the longest on my mind.
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Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
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Our 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.
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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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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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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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That’s the thing about happiness. It doesn’t require justification.
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I don’t want to be in a relationship where I feel the constant need to explain myself. I don’t want to live in a world like that either.
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That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.
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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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