Nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.

My dearest — But what more is there to be said? The things one says are always inadequate: it’s the touch of live hands, of lips pressed to lips that count. I want to hold...

Its been a long time we both talked properly. I guess its because many thing went wrong between us and ik that ab its difficult to get back on the road; road on which we...

how anxiously I yearned for those I had forsaken.

We walk until there aren’t more houses, all the way to the part of the beach where the current makes the waves come in then rush back out so that the two waves clash, water...

…it’s not just the person who fills a house, it’s their I’ll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.

He was like the other half of myself,’ says Boris…Ulrich says, ‘You haven’t lost {him}, you know. I don’t know if it helps to say that. I lost a friend once myself, and I know...

And I think missing you hurts the most when something funny happens. Because in that one moment I find myself laughing, and within the next second I want to tell or text you what happened....

I could’ve sworn I was telling the truth when I told you I didn’t miss you.

Sometime when I cry I’m not sure if it’s grief or relief.

I thought of you and how you love this beauty,And walking up the long beach all aloneI heard the waves breaking in measured thunderAs you and I once heard their monotone.Around me were the echoing...

When your mind says “Forget them” but your heart knows that you can’t.

Missing you is worse than Pittsburgh.

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.

The worst thing you can do if you miss or need someone is let them know it.

The absence of a message sometimes is a presence of one.

I just wanted to tell you, how beautiful you were; that day, that night, that life.

Missing someone is the reverberating echo of everything beautiful about her—her laugh, her song, her touch, her smell, the power of her words, and the constant shadow that lingers on as her perfect image in...

Growth in love comes from a place of absence, where the imagination is left to it’s own devices and creates you to be much more then reality would ever allow.

Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.

Boys, at war, so far away, will naturally droop, both in body and mind, from lack of a particular girl’s snuggling and cuddling.

Things you’d never even seen with Finn could remind you of him, because he was the one person you’d want to show. “Look at that,” you’d want to say, because you knew he would find...

You think that holding someone hard will bring them closer. You think that you can hold them so hard that you’ll still feel them, embossed on you, when you pull away.Every time Eleanor pulled away...

She is the ocean, gentle, smooth and calm on the surface…I am the fooling diver, braving her deep, dark, dangerous depth…

Writing to you like this is the same as saying your name when I’ve woken up late, feeling sick, tasting rot. It’s pointless, but it happens.

and now i am back in the grey world where it tastes like plastic, the monotony is buzzing through my jaws and the boredom is pulling my hair.

His eyes missed her as much as the rest of him.

Despite his attempts to maintain a vigorous structure of errands, golf games, visits, and meetings, there were sometimes days like this one, filled with rain and touched with a gnawing sense of parts missing from...

There’s solace in the thought that I will never finish missing her.

I’m awful about your name. I still jump when I hear it. I still feel it rattling somewhere in my stomach. I think I’m jealous of anyone that gets to say it because it’s not...

Our plans for the future made us laugh and feel close, but those same plans somehow made anything more than temporary between us seem impossible. It was the first time I’d ever had the feeling...

I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much.

Dear Natasha,It’s the middle of the night. I can’t sleep. Thoughts are creeping through my head like darkness slips around the bodies of sky scrapers in every city we’ve ever been to. From the bottom...

Then I think of Charlie and our first New Year’s apart, and how I miss him. I miss him so much, but it’s confusing, because I missed him long before he was dead, and that’s...

There will always be a part of you that misses her. You’ll see something that reminds you of her and want to tell her about it, only to realize she’s not there anymore. Then you’ll...

LET’S GO BACK HOMEI can’t think about you,Without smiling.What I wouldn’t give,To go back there,Take you in my arms,Kiss you, And tell you,”I still love you.”It’s been three decades now,And still your smile’s with me,Your...

There should be a little gap between you and your friends, though you’ll miss their companionship and you’ll also miss their disrespect.

While I’d been plagued by nightmares of Jonathan’s unrest in the hereafter, it was only now that I’d seen Adair again—and seen him so changed—that I could admit, even to myself, that it was him...

Missing someone enlightens how the person means to you and broadens the feelings shared.

Never boyfriends? You’ve NEVER been in LOVE?”As I shake my head no, I look out the window, yearning to see Cole’s sun-filled eyes again looking into mine.”Don’t worry,” Tiger said. “Love isn’t easy- and it...

She The voices of your whisperThe images of your memoryThe Music of your LaughThe Portrait of your SmileAre dancing on my MindThe Love The Warmth of your BreathThe Sensation of your TouchThe Presence of your...

Falling asleep with hopes and wishes that I rarely get to hold in my hand for long…go me. All I’ve got are memories and secrets.

I thought I was over him! So why did my heart still rip? Why did I still feel this sorrow? I got this strange sensation that God was with me. And he was angry. He...

Aloneness and all-oneness is our authentic nature. We are always alone and all-one. We came into this planet alone and all-one. We will leave alone and all-one. And also during our whole staying in this...

Cold summer nightThe night is silenceBut your voice is shouting My mind reminiscing Your love is lackingThe night is coldLonging of your armsI need your heat And your goneThe dawn is immenentI’m dreaming of you...