29 Quotes About Lang-leav

It was a gentle love, a tactile love. It was all hands and lips and hearts in tandem. There was motion in our bodies and emotion in our discourse. We were a symphony of melody and melancholy. When you find peace in another’s presence, there is no mistaken.

Reasons"I wish I knew why he left. What his reason were. Why he changed his mind.For all these years, I have turned it over in my head—all the possibilites—yet none of them make any sense.And then I think, perhaps it was beacause he never loved me. But that makes the least sense of all.

When did you stop caring? he asked.When did you start noticing? she replied.

It was all I wanted for the longest time- to open my eyes and see you there. To stretch out my hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin. But now I have learned the secret of distance. Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.

I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.

A bird who hurt her wing,now forgotten how to fly.A song she used to sing,but can't remember why.A breath she caught and kept - that left her in a sigh.It hurts her so to love you,but she won't say goodbye.

There is safety in numbness– there is solace in sleep.

Loving YouI saw him the other day. His arms around another girl, his eyes when met with mine - were low in their recognition.I wonder if he remembers what I once told him.I will love you forever.He had smiled at me sadly before giving his reply.But I am so afraid you may one day stop.Now all these years later, I am the one who is afraid. Because I love him, I still do. I haven't stopped, I don't think I can. I don't think I ever will.

I drew him in my world;I write him in my lines,I want to be his girl,he was never meant as mine.I drew him in my world;He is always on my mind;I draw his every line.It hurts when he's unkind.I drew him in my world;I draw him all the time,but I don't know where to draw the line.