"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."
- Lang Leav, Memories
"We will remain unwritten through history, no X will mark us on the map; but in books of prose and poetry, you loved me once, in a paragraph."
- Lang Leav, Memories
"It was words that I fell for. In the end, it was words that broke my heart."
- Lang Leav, Memories
