I want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in your presence.
LANG LEAVI want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in your presence.
LANG LEAVI don’t think about myself as much as I used to. I guess that’s a good thing. I only think about the things that are missing from me.
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 LEAVThere is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way-has an almost hypnotic effect.
LANG LEAVI don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
LANG LEAVWhen love finds you, it doesn’t come as crashing waves or thunderbolts. It appears as a song on the radio or a particular blue in the sky. It dawns on you slowly, like a warm winter sunrise-where the promise of summer shines out from within.
LANG LEAVThe briefest moment shared with you-the longest on my mind.
LANG LEAVWe had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
LANG LEAVTake me someplace where I can feel something-I want to give away my heart. Tell me his name so I can know love when it speaks to me. Give me someone I can write about.
LANG LEAVWe spoke once about lovers who kept finding each other, no matter how many times the world came between them. And I think I had to break your heart, and you had to break mine. How else could we know the worth of what we were given?
LANG LEAVI will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.
LANG LEAVThe words I heard from you today, are said when there’s nothing left to say. What I would give to make you stay, I would give it all away.
LANG LEAVThen 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.
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.
LANG LEAVIt should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.
LANG LEAVWhere the strangers we meet, take us down one way streets, and forgetting is something we’re taught.
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