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Music, once admitted to the soul, becomes a sort of spirit, and never dies.
She was a beautiful dreamer.† The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the starts and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.
she just needed someone. It didnít matter who it was. Just someone to remind her of what it was like to live in a moment, and feel something before she walked away
I didnít need another fling. God knows Iíve had too many of those, too many good things which have ended badly and too many people who I thought meant more. All I want is someone whoíll give back all the love Iíve given. Thatís all I want because I know thatís what I deserve.
then, she began to breathe, and live, and every moment took her to a place where goodbyes were hard to come by. She was in love, but not in love with someone or something, she was in love with her life. And for the first time, in a long time, everything was inspiring.
sometimes we hate ourselves for the feelings we ignore. Maybe thatís the problem, we donít listen to ourselves until itís too late
she didnít know what she wanted and she knew how no one ever did...but she did know one thing: she wanted to be found in the rain. She wanted to run wild...she wanted to fall, and feel safe, but dangerous enough to let her heart drop. She wanted love, true love, pure and kind and untouched. The kind that wasnít ruined by the chaos of the world. The kind you would find in a small coffee shop in some foreign country. That is all she really wanted, and she didnít know where or how it would appear, but she knew, deep within her, it would show itself in the form of something unexpected.
and there were always those nights where she preferred the rain over people. Because the rain would remind her of how she should feel and people would remind her of the things she always wanted to forget.
some people are meant to stay while others are meant to leave. And thereís really no difference between the two, except the way you change after you realize you have nothing else left to give
appreciate the moment of a first kiss, it may be the last time you own your heart.