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Synne Yong
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“There are many miles between us,
But our hearts see not the distance.
Drawing our love even closer,
On this my heart it is insistent.
When we talk my heart sings,
You'll never know the happiness it brings.
Just to hear a word from you,
Keeps my heart from being blue.
I love you truly, yes I do.
I forever want to be with you.
For now I'll settle for the phone,
But know it's in your dreams that I belong
Longing for the day we greet,
Two loving hearts will then get to meet.
Never more to be apart,
Knowing it was long distance we got our start.”
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But our hearts see not the distance.
Drawing our love even closer,
On this my heart it is insistent.
When we talk my heart sings,
You'll never know the happiness it brings.
Just to hear a word from you,
Keeps my heart from being blue.
I love you truly, yes I do.
I forever want to be with you.
For now I'll settle for the phone,
But know it's in your dreams that I belong
Longing for the day we greet,
Two loving hearts will then get to meet.
Never more to be apart,
Knowing it was long distance we got our start.”
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“You said you were done with long-distance relationships," he reminded Adrian.
"That was before I went and fell in love with you.”
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"That was before I went and fell in love with you.”
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“It doesn't matter how long we walked, the only thing matter is that - "we were together or not”
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“The scary thing about distance is you don't know whether they'll miss you or forget you.”
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“I can write the saddest lines tonight.
Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’
The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.
Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.
What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.
That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.
As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me
The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.
I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.
Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.
I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.
Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.
Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for her.”
―
Write for example: ‘The night is fractured
and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’
The night wind turns in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.
On nights like these I held her in my arms.
I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.
She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could I not have loved her huge, still eyes.
I can write the saddest lines tonight.
To think I don’t have her, to feel I have lost her.
Hear the vast night, vaster without her.
Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.
What does it matter that I couldn’t keep her.
The night is fractured and she is not with me.
That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,
my soul is not content to have lost her.
As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.
My heart looks for her: she is not with me
The same night whitens, in the same branches.
We, from that time, we are not the same.
I don’t love her, that’s certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.
Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.
I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.
Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.
Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,
my soul is not content to have lost her.
Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,
and these are the last lines I will write for her.”
―
Synne’s 2024 Year in Books
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