Lang Leav’s Love & Misadventure on Cosmic Quotes

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Lang Leav: “This is the reason why you miss someone so much when they are not there—even if they are only in the very next room. Your soul only feels their absence—it doesn’t realize the separation is temporary.”


Love & Misadventure by Lang Leav on Cosmic Quotes

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“What was it like to love him?” Asked Gratitude. It was like being exhumed, I answered, and brought to life in a flash of brilliance.

“What was it like to be loved in return?” Asked Joy. It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.

“What was it like to lose him?” Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded:

It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.


She lends her pen,
to thoughts of him,
that flow from it,
in her solitary.

For she is his poet,
And he is her poetry.


When two souls fall in love, there is nothing else but the yearning to be close to the other. The presence that is felt through a hand held, a voice heard, or a smile seen.

Souls do not have calendars or clocks, nor do they understand the notion of time or distance. They only know it feels right to be with one another.

This is the reason why you miss someone so much when they are not there—even if they are only in the very next room. Your soul only feels their absence—it doesn’t realize the separation is temporary.


You were you,
and I was I;
we were two
before our time.

I was yours
before I knew,
and you have always
been mine too.


Do you know when you’ve lost something—like your favorite T-shirt or a set of keys—and while looking for it, you come across something else you once missed but have long since forgotten? Well whatever it was, there was a point where you decided to stop searching, maybe because it was no longer required or a new replacement was found. It is almost as if it never existed in the first place—until that moment of rediscovery, a flash of recognition.

Everyone has one—an inventory of lost things waiting to be found. Yearning to be acknowledged for the worth they once held in your life.

I think this is where I belong—among all your other lost things. A crumpled note at the bottom of a drawer or an old photograph pressed between the pages of a book. I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.


As the Earth began spinning faster and faster, we floated upwards, hands locked tightly together, eyes sad and bewildered. We watched as our faces grew younger and realized the Earth was spinning in reverse, moving us backwards in time.

Then we reached a point where I no longer knew who you were and I was grasping the hands of a stranger. But I didn’t let go. And neither did you.


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In a sea of strangers,
you’ve longed to know me.
Your life spent sailing
to my shores.


I sometimes think about the fragility of glass — of broken shards tearing against soft skin.When in truth, it is the transparency that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch. For years I’ve kept you in secret, behind a glass screen. I’ve watched helplessly as day after day, your new girlfriend becomes your wife and then later, the mother of your children. Then realizing their only in thinking you were the one under glass when in fact it has been me— a pinned butterfly static and unmoving, watching while your other life unfolds.


Before I fell
in love with words,
with setting skies
and singing birds—
it was you I fell
in love with first.


“I had my first dream about you last night.”

“Really?” She smiles. “What was it about?”

“I don’t remember exactly but the whole time I was dreaming, I knew you were mine.”


What is she like?
I was told—
she is a
melancholy soul.

She is like
the sun to the night;
a momentary gold.


It’s so dark right now, I can’t see any light around me. That’s because the light is coming from you. You can’t see it but everyone else can.


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.


We had no ending,
no said goodbye.

For all my life,
I’ll wonder why.


“Do you remember the song that was playing the night we met?”

“No, but I remember every song I have heard since you left.”


One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else–closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel–one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them–even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering–the reason for their presence will become clear in due time.

Though here is a word of warning–you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn’t to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more.


In time she will learn,
not to
miss them.


We may be just two different clocks, that do not tock in unison.


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Once there was a boy who couldn’t speak but owned a music box that held every song in all the world. One day he met a girl who had never heard a single melody in her entire life and so he played her his favorite song. He watched while her face lit up with wonder as the music filled the sky and the poetry of lyrics moved her in a way she had never felt before.

He would play his songs for her day after day and she would sit by him quietly—never seeming to mind that he could only speak to her through song. She loved everything he played for her, but of them all—she loved the sad songs best. So he began to play them more and more until eventually, sad songs were all she would hear.

One day, he noticed it had been a very long time since her last smile. When he asked her why, she took both his hands in hers and kissed them warmly. She thanked him for his gift of music and poetry but above all else—for showing her sadness because she had known neither of these things before him. But it was now time for her to go away—to find someone who could show her what happiness was.


Do you know what it is like,
to lie in bed awake;
with thoughts to haunt
you every night,
of all your past mistakes.

Knowing sleep will set it right –
if you were not to wake.


Her bow is drawn to worlds of dark,
where arrows spring and miss their mark—
she’ll turn their heads but not their hearts.


To be unafraid of all the things I used to fear, before I knew I shouldn’t fear them.


There was a man who I once knew,
for me there was no other.
The closer to loving me he grew,
the more he would grow further.
I tried to love him as his friend,
then to love him as his lover;
but he never loved me in the end—
his heart was for another.


I hope someday you will find me and remember what I once meant to you.


A Question It was a question I had worn on my lips for days—like a loose thread on my favorite sweater I couldn’t resist pulling—despite knowing it could all unravel around me. “Do you love me?” I ask. In your hesitation I found my answer.


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