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A review by jlanmarie
The Universe of Us, Volume 4 by Lang Leav
3.0
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“That's the tragedy of growing up-knowing you'll run out of feeling something new for the first time. The sad thing is you only get so many of those moments--a handful if you're lucky and then you spend the rest of your life turning them over in your head “
FOR THE WORLD
“I talk to you all the time, even if you can't hear me. I tell you constantly, over and over, how much I miss you and that for me, nothing has changed. I think about the days when we could say anything to each other. My heart is like a time capsule -it keeps safe the memory of you. I know it's harder with you gone than if you had never been here at all but I wouldn't have missed it for the world”
"The sad thing is," she said, "the moment you start to miss someone, it means they're already gone."
“I missed you today. Between waking and sleepirg, I thought of you.
We met somewhere inside an insomniac's dream, in a world so precarious- it could crumble at any given time-folding at the slightest touch.
"Don't you get it?» he said. "The ones who are afraid of heights don't trust themselves enough not to jump."
“That's the tragedy of growing up-knowing you'll run out of feeling something new for the first time. The sad thing is you only get so many of those moments--a handful if you're lucky and then you spend the rest of your life turning them over in your head “
FOR THE WORLD
“I talk to you all the time, even if you can't hear me. I tell you constantly, over and over, how much I miss you and that for me, nothing has changed. I think about the days when we could say anything to each other. My heart is like a time capsule -it keeps safe the memory of you. I know it's harder with you gone than if you had never been here at all but I wouldn't have missed it for the world”
"The sad thing is," she said, "the moment you start to miss someone, it means they're already gone."
“I missed you today. Between waking and sleepirg, I thought of you.
We met somewhere inside an insomniac's dream, in a world so precarious- it could crumble at any given time-folding at the slightest touch.
"Don't you get it?» he said. "The ones who are afraid of heights don't trust themselves enough not to jump."