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.
LANG LEAVI 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.
LANG LEAVA book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
LANG LEAVWe all need to follow our intuition, even if it takes us down the wrong path. Otherwise, you’ll always be second-guessing yourself.
LANG LEAVI know you were born with your heart already broken. But the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole.
LANG LEAVLove is a dormant volcano, lying in wait, biding its time.
LANG LEAVIt is only the year that is ending. So why does it feel like the world is?
LANG LEAVDo you remember the song that was playing the night we met? No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.
LANG LEAVDon’t stay where you are needed. Go where you are loved.
LANG LEAVI don’t know how you are so familiar to me-or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before-in another time, a different place, some other existence.
LANG LEAVBut it was now time for her to go away-to find someone who could show her what happiness was.
LANG LEAVHow much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.
LANG LEAVBut you’re not the kind of girl who builds her house from sticks; you are a fortress, stubborn and strong. Do not give away the keys to the kingdom to anyone less than a king.
LANG LEAVRemember, your words are your power. Never forget your words.
LANG LEAVI know you are scared. Who could blame you? Love is a hurricane wrapped inside a chrysalis. And you are a girl walking into the storm.
LANG LEAVBefore the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.
LANG LEAVYour first love isn’t the first person you give your heart to- it’s the first one who breaks it.
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