I like her. She makes life interesting. She, herself, is interesting, I suppose. She talks right from the heart. I appreciate her frankness and I like the fact that she doesn’t force the natural flow of a conversation. There’s personality in her words. She thus gets to the core of things and that’s important because with her — I can talk knowing that the talk is real! Oh believe me, it’s amazingly real! And she also gives me the opportunity to listen as fully and completely as possible. And I can’t seem to get her out of my head […]
My Darling Girl
My darling girl, you light up the lives of the people you cross paths with. You leave people feeling inspired, hopeful and appreciated. That is a gift. You can color a dark day with light. You can make the dreary playful. You, my dear, have so much love to give.
Don’t let someone who never had the intention or openness to receive your love harm your spirit. Someone else’s inability to see your essence does not make you any less loveable.
There is someone out there, who will open your heart with the full intention of loving you back. He will adore all those parts of you that you thought were flawed and imperfect. He is out there, and he is looking for you. Just keep living in your essence. Play, laugh, dance… continue lighting up the world with your grace and openness. And one day, when you finally meet your match, it will feel easy. You will not have to chase resistance. You will not have to convince him that you are worthy. He will see you. And he will know.
My darling girl, your love story is already being written. Every disappointment, mistake, risk and lesson learned has been integral to the plot. Quiet your doubt. Trust in your path. Do yourself, do it well, and relish in the delicious ambiguity of love in motion.
It’s been a while since words have found me,
the time between - you’ll come and go;
I’d grown to love the sun around me,
I’ve been a stranger to my woe.
It’s been so long since there was silence,
all around me, your voice had rung;
like a bird who sings, to greet the morning,
to tell you that the day has come.
It’s been some time since I’ve felt lonely,
like a book that is, no longer read;
the darkness lingers on, without you,
it fills my empty heart with dread.
It seems an age ago, since you have left me,
time has filled me, with words unsaid;
as the sadness seeps into me slowly,
and I am left to face the night ahead.
- Lang Leav
He once told me about his love for lyrics. How the words spoke to him like poetry.
I would often wonder about his playlist and the ghosts who lived there. The faces he saw and the voices he heard. The soundtrack to a thousand tragic endings, real or imaged.
The first time I saw him, I noticed how haunted his eyes were. And I was drawn to him, in a way a melody draws a crowd to the dance floor. Pulled by invisible strings.
Now I wonder if I am one of those ghosts - if i am somewhere, drifting between those notes. I hope I am. I hope whenever my song plays, I am there, whispering in his ears.
- Lang Leav