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Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.

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I have always thought of memories as fragments, like colored glass shards in a kaleidoscope. It is the source of great beauty in our lives, yet the cause of such heartache. It remains the bridge between our past and present – it gives weight and dimension to our very existence.
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Beautiful Color Dimension Existence Fragment Glass Greatness Heart Broken Memories Ourselves Source
One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else.
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Connection Day Feeling Oneself Reason
I 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.
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Difference Different Existence Feeling Impossible Known Love Myself Place Remember Smile
Who you love and who loves you back determines so much in your life.
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Determination Life Love Relationship Yourself
The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.
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Day Finding Heart Break Intense Yourself
Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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Abstraction Hands Light Love Moments Ourselves Shadow Wave
I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.
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Finding Hope Myself Remember
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
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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Day Drag Measurement Myself Past Present
In time she will learn, not to miss them.
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Herself Learning Missing Time
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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Beautiful Body Collision Distance Hurt Known Myself Space Time
I used to think I couldn’t go a day without your smile. Without telling you things and hearing your voice back.
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Day Love Myself Smile Thinking Time Voice Yourself
That’s the thing about happiness. It doesn’t require justification.
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Happiness Justification
I know love because I am in love. Because of how long I’ve loved. Because of the man I love.
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Known Love Man Myself
My father was a house,my mother was a home.
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Family Father Home Mom Myself
Doesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
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Age Fall In Love Soul Yourself

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