I never told you - how I felt. But I loved you, and I think a part of me might always love you. Maybe you were my mate, and I never knew it. Maybe I'll spend the rest of my life wondering about that. Maybe I'll see you again in the Afterworld, and then I'll know for sure. But until then ... until th…
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Quotes tagged ‘Missing A Lover’
Even if you’re far away With our connected hearts I want to speak to you with our own language That only people in love can hear Higher than the sky, farther than light Quicker than the sound of wind, I hope it reaches you My feelings that are bigger than yesterday I want to tell you everything I mi…
I like missing you so hard because it makes me feel strongly that you are not a dream, you are real, you are living, and I'll meet you again.
I had to learn to live without you and I couldn’t make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.
I've been too busy missing you to be angry.
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
I missed him so much that I had physical sensations of loss, all over my body. Like one minute I was missing an arm, the next my spleen. It was making me feel sick, like throwing up.
Sometimes I hate you, sometimes I hate myself, but always I miss you.
And the smell of your clothes is like the smell of my home.
Everyone else isn't you. It turns out that's a huge problem for me.
He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.
But I miss you to the point of anguish.
And theres always my infinite love—You are a sweet person—the sweetest and dearest of all and I love you as I love my vanished youth— which is as much as a human heart can hold— filled with copper clouds like the after-math of cannon-fire, pre-war, civil-war clouds and I feel all empty and bored and…
'I miss you’, he admitted. ‘I’m here’, she said. ‘That’s when I miss you most. When you’re here. When you aren’t here, when you’re just a ghost of the past or a dream from another life, it’s easier then.'
Goodnight dear. If you were in my bed it might be the back of your head I was touching, where the hair is short, or it might be up in the front where it makes little caves above your head. But wherever it was, it would be the sweetest place, the sweetest place.
The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.
Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn’t bother to torture you if she didn’t.
…your absence weighs more than someone else’s presence…
I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.
I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.