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All he did was breathe life into my soul. I was a conquest. An easy one, and you don't know how badly it hurts to know that I was used and tried for a time. Then thrown back.

I've never met anyone who loves in the same way. But that's the beauty of finding the heart meant for yours. The right love will accept the 'not so lovable' parts of you too.

I hear you knocking but I can't let you in. The last time almost killed me. Love, My heart

I fell out of love with him and he thought I fell in love with someone else, I did. I fell in love with me.

You keep playing with what broke you, then wonder why you don’t heal.Leave the wound alone, throw away the poison, and watch the magic of recovery.Your wings of wisdom are ready for flight.

I have waltzed with wolves and howled at the moon. But my heart will always remember the slow-dance that ended much too soon.

Love does not pay attention to timetables or knock when it is convenient for you. True love shows up unexpectedly, bags fully packed, daring you to offer it a place to stay.

That you were able to walk away, gives me my answer as plain as day.

Be careful with those promises who whisper while wooing and loving someone. There are those that take them to heart, and some who take them to soul.

We are the kind of Love Story that keeps souls awake at night and causes hearts to have stage fright.

I'm still in love with the parts I believed to be true. All the lies that began and ended with 'I love you'.

I loved him... much more than I liked him. And therein was the beginning of the end.

Nothing is as endearing as a handwritten letter scribed by the person who holds your heart spellbound.

How I wish I only felt using my hands and not with my whole heart.

Your memory straddles my mind.

She tells everyone she's taken. Yet her heart whispers: he's taking too long.

There are days when my imagination in my enemy. It likes to keep me company in my darkest of times and romanticizes a past that was more of a horror story than a fairytale.

It was in the words he didn't say... that I found all the answers to my questions.

Those with wild hearts love biglove fiercelylove with every fiberof their feral being.

I may be lost, but I'm traveling the right way.

Such hungry desperation in a single kiss when it's enamored in love and bathed in bliss.

Silence can be lovely or disturbing, depending on the source.

I wear the words we didn't say. My heart is clothed in them every day.

You think it's easy to forget someone who made you look forward to tomorrow... And I hope you never experience convincing a paralyzed heart to keep on beating when it simply wants to die.

... And one day it dawned on me that I had spent entirely too much time waiting on you to grow a voice box.... and the balls to use it.

I have no doubt that Taylor Swift will call one day after suffering writers block: "Alfa, I was told that you were the person to call." I gotcha girlfriend.

He kissed her good morning like she was the reason sun decided to shine.

They beg you for transparency. Yet when you give them a peek behind the curtain shrouding your hear, they run in sheer fright.

There are days when I want to dip my soul in memories and just soak. Then there are others where I'm praying they'll be washed away.

What is it about those unresolved endings that cause you to question every decision when you're trying to move forward?

I hurt in places that you brought back from the dead. Now I have to lay them to rest again.

I didn't have to say a word. My love for him appeared upon my flesh like virgin tattooed skin.

Keep yourself as busy as you can. Try and forget. But even with 7 billion other distractions... you don't forget me.

Kiss her gypsy soul and love her for the wild rose she is.

I want your scars, your darkness, your secrets. I want to see the interior of your soul.

He felt like sin but tasted like love so what's a clumsy girl to do but stumble in delicious crazy love.

Your body is a temple and I'm in need of serious prayer.

He is my thunderstorm, the lighting coursing through my veins. I am his hurricane, his colorful bow of rain.

Don't want a complicated love. Just want you to grab my demons, kiss my madness and run away with me.

You became moon dust in my soul, I couldn't quite brush you away because somehow you always returned to haunt my heart.

You can't expect a wolf to play with you and not eventually bite.

Occasionally you can hear her howl, when the sky is black and the moon is full.

You can only hurt a woman so many times before her fangs grow sharp, her claws scratch deep, and her eyes become blades.

She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip on love with. The kind of girl you never forget.

You're too sane for a lunatic girl like me. You live in reality, while I tango in the jungle of my imagination making love to firecracker dreams.

When you committed to love me, cherish me, be only with me, protect my heart, I took all that literally. Silly me.

His fangs sank deep into my heart. He made me his. He possessed me like a demon and loved me like his life depended on it.

I like your mind when it plays with mine. We harmonize, like a dirty sweet symphony.

In case you didn't know... You are her. The one he let get away.

Don't blame my heart's appetite for how it chooses to feast, for my heart is a wild lover, an all-consuming beast.