— Lang Leav (@langleav) August 17, 2020
I remember the first time I read the words of Lang Leav—writer, poet, and Insta-sensation.
It felt as if she had stepped into my mind, unscrambled my chaotic thoughts about my heartbreak, and wrote them in a way that made me weep.
They were my release, my comfort during a dark time—I sought out each and every thing she wrote after.
Her words have since been a constant source of inspiration, resonance, and often times, sweet awe. The sweetest awe you can experience as a reader, where all you can do is sink into each line, and wish you had written them yourself.
My romantic heart swoons at how she captures the essence of love in a few short lines—leaving you breathless.
She was the first to carve a space in literature where poetry and prose mixed seamlessly. The beauty of her work is that she has the uncanny ability to swing between the whimsical and woefulness.
Step into her universe for a short time and fall in love, as I did:
“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.”
“I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence.”
“I don’t want you to love me because I’m good for you, because I say and do all the right things. Because I am everything you have been looking for. I want to be the one you didn’t see coming. The one who gets under your skin. Who makes you unsteady. Who makes you question everything you have ever believed about love. I want to be the one who makes you feel reckless and out of control; the one you are infuriatingly and inexplicably drawn to. I don’t want to be the one who tucks you into bed; I want to be the reason why you can’t sleep at night.”
“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.”
“If I could tell my younger self one thing, it would be this: There are many things in life you can postpone, but love isn’t one of them.”
“I whisper your name like a prayer—with all the hope of heaven. I trace the lines of your palm and draw a map to salvation. I hear the knock of your heart and I answer it like my calling.”
“Greet the world with no expectation. Love as though you have never been hurt or betrayed. Let go of the ones who take so much from you, yet offer nothing in return. This is how you take your power back.”
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