Every day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
LANG LEAVEvery day I measure the weight of my past against the present and feel the drag of what could have been.
LANG LEAVI loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.
LANG LEAVIt is the mark of a great poet to write words that feel as though they have stood witness to your most intimate memory of love.
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 LEAVYou may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself.
LANG LEAVShe was the book that was not written. The sentence that was not scripted. She was the word you wished you could have said.
LANG LEAVWhen was the last time you felt like someone knew you and not the person you’ve been pretending to be. When was the last time you felt like yourself.
LANG LEAVWhen someone stirs a world of emotion in you and it’s so intense you can barely stand to be with him.
LANG LEAVI learned that writing is the consolation prize you are given when you don’t get the thing you want the most.
LANG LEAVIt was a question I had worn on my lips for days – like a loose thread on my favourite sweater I couldn’t resist pulling – despite knowing it could all unravel around me. “Do you love me, I ask?” In your hesitation I found my answer.
LANG LEAVIf you love my heart and mind, then you would love me, for all that I’m. But if you don’t love my every flaw, then you mustn’t love me- not at all.
LANG LEAVI 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.
LANG LEAVWe had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
LANG LEAVYou are a writer bleeding words onto a page. And the ones who hate you will trample on that page. And the ones who love you will cut you, to keep you bleeding.
LANG LEAVIt was a kind love, a selfless love. I was a dreamer, and you were a traveler. We met at the crossroads. I saw love in your smile, and I recognized it for the first time in my life. But you had a plane to catch, and I was already home.
LANG LEAVThe feeling is like the ocean. Sometimes calm and still; other times, it’s a hurricane.
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