Don’t you get it?” he said. “The ones who are afraid of heights don’t trust themselves enough to jump.
LANG LEAVDon’t you get it?” he said. “The ones who are afraid of heights don’t trust themselves enough to jump.
LANG LEAVEvery time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.
LANG LEAVDoesn’t your soul remain the age you were when you first fell in love?
LANG LEAVI look for you, the way I was taught to look both ways when crossing the road. Uptight and wary, bracing myself for something I know could break me.
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 LEAVI just hope you realize how much you mean to me. I just wish I could remind you of how beautiful you are. I’m sorry I haven’t told you in so long. But please don’t think I have given up on you. I will never give up on you. My arms are wide open. There is always a place for you here.
LANG LEAVHere and now I love you, for the moment you have my heart. But you are entitled to my future, you have no ownership of my past.
LANG LEAVThere is a savagery to what you feel. It eats you up inside. But you will get through it; you don’t need his mouth to placate you. You don’t need his hands to untangle the butterfly knot in your heart. Your love is a fire that will burn itself out. Let it ravage you.
LANG LEAVHere’s the story of my life. Hoping they would care about me or wishing they wouldn’t care so much.
LANG LEAVSouls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to know one other.
LANG LEAVYou only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole.
LANG LEAVI love you, I do – you have my word. You have all my words.
LANG LEAVFor she is his poet, and he is her poetry.
LANG LEAVStrange how it mattered so much, when now it matters so little.
LANG LEAVTo love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.
LANG LEAVSome days it felt like a burden, to smile for you. To keep the lines of worry from etching into your forehead.
LANG LEAV