Snow

“Letting him go

There 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.”
― Lang Leav

“I gave up hoping...But, still, I would think of him, I would cherish his image in my mind, and treasure every word, look and gesture that memory could retain.”
― Anne Brontë

“You were the one, I wanted most to stay.

But time could not be kept at bay.

The more it goes, the more it's gone, the more it takes away.”
― Lang Leav

“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.”
― Lang Leav, Lullabies (Volume 2)