Love is a game of tic-tac-toe,constantly waitingfor the next x or o. - Lang Leav
When did you stop caring? he asked.When did you start noticing? she replied. - Lang Leav
Her heart is played like well worn stringsIn her eyes the sadness singsOf one who was destined of better things - Lang Leav
You forsake all that you hold dear,for a dream that is not your own;you would rather live a liethan live your life alone - Lang Leav