Her tears still lay, unattended, on my bosom…I wouldn’t wipe them, for she might stop paying me visits.

Whoever thought up the phrase ‘Absence makes the heart grow founder’ was an idiot.Absence makes a bitch go crazy. -Elli, While Shea is Away

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

I won’t let you have it. I won’t give you this moment. I won’t let you fill up this valuable organ…I own it. I won’t do it. I can’t think, I won’t think about it.

…And I wish that while walking in your life’s lane, you come across and walk with dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the...

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...

I am starting to acceptthat you never loved me.And it’s sadbecause I don’t think you seehow beautiful you are to me.Your face was the lightthat chased away the shadows,every nightmare, every fear.But you burned out...

The Best Part Of Missing You Is, “I Recall Every Single Moment Spent With You.”Bt The Worst Part Is,”I Miss You So Badly.

And I don’t even like you, but the pain of life without you is biting.

I missed you, Percy.”Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of...

So I placed my heart under lock and key To take some time, and take care of me But I turn around and you’re standing here

The world is thinningand the earth…it’s still spinningmy world is thinningand it’s all because of one person I’m missing.

Sometimes you might miss that person, sometimes you’ll feel like running back to them… sometimes you’ll suffer from unbearable pain but sometimes you have to forget what you feel. And simply remember what you deserve,...

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.

Seeing her cry still made me feel the same way it did earlier.

I just…I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.

Why don’t I forget the past? Because those memories and I haven’t change when everything else is changed including you.

I missed you so much,” she breathed.I tilted my head back and put my hands on her shoulders. I could hardly believe this was happening. I was finally getting to touch her. To kiss her....

I miss your silent stature, your avoided days of disaster, your present state of distress.I’m cinnamon, cloves and fire, you are the rested cedarwood of desire.

The clouds wept when my heart sand a song of sorrow

Every second i live in a hope to meet you one day…..I die every second in a fear of loosing you

And one day they tell you that love doesn’t exist between you two. And you start blaming yourself even after knowing that you’ve been cheated on.

No, I can’t close my eyes without you in my dreams .

I miss everything about youCan’t believe that I still want youAnd after all the things we’ve been through

..And i can’t get you out of my mind,God knows how hard I’ve tried

I deleted your number. Although I know the tired digits by heart, scout’s honor, pinky promise.I am trying to talk myself out of every emotion I’m having, and of course, it is failing to a...

But, my God, it’s so beautiful when the boy smiles

We’ll meet again, but you’re a lifetime away, and I need you now.

Hasn’t it dawned on your twilight mind,even in the seconds span of a falling star, that you might be missing something more than your sleep?

This isn’t goodbye, okay. There are no goodbyes… not between us.

I don’t miss anyone. If I did I would do something about it. Besides, some people come back…in dreams. That’s when they’re honest.

Time moves on for us, for you it stands still. You will be forever ageless as we grow old, your smile will never wrinkle, nor will that shine in your eyes fade..

If someone tells you, Life is too shortHe/she never waited for someone.

My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.

Dark hair on a white pillow, an ache inside, his face a reflection in her eye.

If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.

…the wind has a purpose – to rattle the window panes, disturb the cat and make me miss you …

It’s the person that calls you up because they’re eating at ‘our favorite spot,’ and it made them think of you and miss being there with you. That’s a friend, to me.

I will love you like the desert burns along the sun when they are together,and when you will be gone,just like every one else,I will cry for you like the snow that melts at the...

How can I begin to tell you how much I miss you without using those three common words that can’t even start to express the magnitude nor the depth of my emotions. How can I...

…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.

Men are always complaining about how difficult it is to understand women but I think it is the other way round. Men clan up and do not express what they feel. Then they suddenly stop...

Plant a good seed in people who have fertile hearts. When you are away, they’ll miss you. When you are coming again, they can’t wait!

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

Alex stepped out from behind the rock.Relieved to see him in one piece, I threw myself forward and hugged him. He returned the embrace with a low chuckle, “Jeez, Dez, if I knew this was...

When you miss someone….it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.

You’re going to make the new friend impressedif you keep remember her when she’d forgotten.

Dan pancaran matamu adalah syair ribuan hari yang menyihir airmata jadi kuntumkuntum asa. Tubuh kita menjelma rumahrumah pasi di dada jalan yang selalu setia menampung sejarah, kenangan atas perjumpaan dan perpisahan berkali kali

sometimes i don’t know, which momentwhich cool gust of wind will come,and enchant metousling my hairand my heart, stirring…that familiar ache of poetry, which drop will kissthe old wrench in my soulreminding me, all over...

The silence isn’t so bad, till I look at my hands and feel sad. Because the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.