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If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.

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We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I’ll wonder why.
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Ending Life Myself Wonder
He gave her such gifts – not the kind that were put in boxes, but the sort that filled her with imagination, breathing indescribable happiness into her life.
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Breathing Gift Happiness Herself Imagination Indescribable Kind Life
Searching for the one thing, that would set my sad soul free.
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Free Oneself Sad Search Soul
We 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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Darkness Moments Ourselves Vulture World
My indecision. I wanted everything because I didn’t want anything enough.
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Decision Enough Myself
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
Somehow, 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.
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Beautiful Comfortable Hurt Known Myself Willing
When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am and we just are.
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Dry Existence Himself Myself Run Word
It 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.
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Catch Home Kind Love Myself Recognition Selfless Time Traveling Yourself
That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.
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Hands Oneself Sacred Writing
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 told him, if I am so hard to love, then let me run wild.
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Hard Love Myself Run Wild
I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.
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Love Myself Relationship Thinking Yourself
We will remain unwritten through history, no X will mark us on the map; but in books of prose and poetry, you loved me once, in a paragraph.
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Book History Literature Love Poem Remain Writing Yourself
I am already nostalgic for what we have, even with you still here.
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Gratitude Myself Nostalgia Relationship Yourself
The most beautiful thing is not when you learn to live without something: it’s the moment you realize you never needed it in the first place.
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Beautiful Learning Live Moments Need Place

If you love me for what you see, only your eyes would be in love with me.

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