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(...) and when she broke your heart, did she also crack your spine so you will always fall in her direction?! 

(...) so, when did I become so bold that I scraweled my thougths in marker hoping they would bleed through your body and become permanent? But you marked hers first. Said you would always be her diary and I guess that just makes me an entry on an off day.

But see, I don't care how many libraries there are in the world, I still look for you when I can't find the right synonym for beautiful. When other men touch me, I am searching for your plot lines. (...)

But I'm not trying to be more than your friend, nor am I postponing an inevitable end... After all, they say if you truly love someone you let them go.

(...) And I may not be the one who sleeps next to you at night, but at least let me be the love letter tucked beneth your pillowcase to remind you that no matter what you will always, always be worth to read, my love.

Lauren Bullok - Love Notes