It was the year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.
LANG LEAVSometimes I am caught between poetry and prose, like two lovers I can’t decide between. Prose says to me, let’s build something long and lasting. Poetry takes me by the hand, and whispers, come with me, let’s get lost for awhile.
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I don’t want to be in a relationship where I feel the constant need to explain myself. I don’t want to live in a world like that either.
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Our love story comes to me in waves, in movie stills and long summer afternoons spent under a sky of incessant blue. I still think of your eyes in flashes of color, your hands in a frenetic, feverish blur-your smile a mosaic of light and shadow. I still find myself lost in those moments of abstraction.
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The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with.
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I had no way of knowing, when I was sitting alone in that tiny bedroom, that in just a few short months, I would meet the love of my life: a man who lived across the ocean from me, in a little house by the sea.
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We 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?
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The less you speak, the more weight your words will carry when you do.
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If any person claims to have loved twice in all their life – they have not loved at all.
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But you’re not the kind of girl who builds her house from sticks; you are a fortress, stubborn and strong. Do not give away the keys to the kingdom to anyone less than a king.
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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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I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were there to protect you. But they’re no. People are lime whirlpools. They pull you in; they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.
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One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else.
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I don’t think all writers are sad, she said. I think it’s the other way around- all sad people write.
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But it was now time for her to go away-to find someone who could show her what happiness was.
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I think the mysterious pull that draws you to another person is identical to the one that moves our eyes upward to the stars.
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Now that you have it all, do you ever wish you could go back to when you had it simple?
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And you said ecstasy was a storm cloud, just before the rain would burst into the night sky, like a thousand aquatic stars-and not one single moment before.
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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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Take me someplace where I can feel something-I want to give away my heart. Tell me his name so I can know love when it speaks to me. Give me someone I can write about.
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I’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.
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Isn’t it strange how much of our lives are interchangeable, how little is truly ours.
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A book travels for days, for years, sometimes for centuries to meet you at an exact point in time.
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I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.
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I 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.
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For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.
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You talk to me in riddles, I will answer you in rhyme. I loved you for a little- I will love you for all time.
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I was coming to the end of a difficult period in my life, though when the end isn’t in plain sight, you don’t realize how close you are.
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