Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A — or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
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Letting him goThere is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A tender sacrifice. Like the pained silence felt in the lost song of a mermaid

— or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.
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There is safety in numbness– there is solace in sleep. — Lang Leav, The Universe of Us
I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why. — Lang Leav, The Universe of Us
She lends her pen,to thoughts of him,that flow from it,in her solitary.For she is his poet,And he is her poetry. — Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure
I used to think people were like lighthouses. That they were yhere to protect you. But they're no. People are lime whirl — they drag you under. You have to work so hard just to keep your head above water.
Do you know what it is like,to lie in bed awake;with thoughts to hauntyou every night,of all your past mistakes.Knowing — Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure
There are people I will never know and their lives will still ensue — those that could have loved me so and I'll never wonder who.
When did you stop caring? he asked.When did you start noticing? she replied. — Lang Leav
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 alrea — Lang Leav, Memories
His Kiss:He has me at his every whim — everything starts with him. To all the boys I used to kiss— everything stops with his.
Every letterthat she types;every keystrokethat she strikes-To spell your nameagain and again,is all she everwants to wri — Lang Leav
RegretsTiming is irrelevant when two people are meant for each other. It's what I once believed.But we met during a time — Lang Leav, Lullabies