The greatest injustice I have suffered has come under the pretense of love.
LANG LEAVThe greatest injustice I have suffered has come under the pretense of love.
LANG LEAVIt was pure bliss and absolute torture at the same time. I was in daze, as if my brain had suddenly packed up and gone on vacation. I could barely string words together in a sentence.
LANG LEAVSome Time Out The time may not be prime for us, though you are a special person. We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock, in unison.
LANG LEAVI’m the one having to pander to you. I’m sick of being the one doing all the chasing. I’m not asking you to make me a priority – I know you’ve got a lot going on. But at least meet me halfway.
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 if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
LANG LEAVI know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.
LANG LEAVDoesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
LANG LEAVBefore the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.
LANG LEAVOur 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.
LANG LEAVyou cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.
LANG LEAVI don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
LANG LEAVSomehow, there is a sense of comfort in knowing nothing will ever hit me quite as hard again. Nothing will ever be as beautiful, but neither will anything hurt as much.
LANG LEAVHow do I thank my mother for giving me the life she desperately wanted to give herself.
LANG LEAVWhy do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.
LANG LEAVWe all have moments of darkness, moments when we are so unlike ourselves. And like vultures they wait for a slip, a misstep, then they take that part of us and try to convince the world that is all we are.
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