Loving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.
LANG LEAVLoving you is like being ten years old again, scaling a tree with my eyes bright and skyward, wanting only to get higher and higher, without a thought of how I would get back down.
LANG LEAVI am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
LANG LEAVI have happened in so many places, to so many people – the essence of me lives on in these nuances, these moments.
LANG LEAVHere’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!
LANG LEAVI know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.
LANG LEAVHe swept in like a tsunami, wave after wave, and I didn’t stand a chance. All those warnings, all the things they tried to prepare me for-lost in an instant-to the enormity of what I felt.
LANG LEAVThe less you speak, the more weight your words will carry when you do.
LANG LEAVThe ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.
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 LEAVIn a sea of strangers, you’ve longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.
LANG LEAVI thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
LANG LEAVYou’re still crying about him aren’t you? Silly girl. What good will it do you to spill those sky blu tears? You meant either everything to him or absolutely nothing at all.
LANG LEAVWhere the strangers we meet, take us down one way streets, and forgetting is something we’re taught.
LANG LEAVWe had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
LANG LEAVIn her eyes, the sadness sings-of one who was destined, for better things.
LANG LEAVEvery day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
LANG LEAV