I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
The pain of missing you is a beautiful reminder of the joy of loving you.
It’s like an ache, a pain that never ceases.
I must admit, I miss you quite terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby.
All the space without you in it, is empty.
I’ve missed you every single day we weren’t together since the moment I met you.
Hell is the absence of the people you long for.
Poets use countless words to describe their pain, but I only need three: I miss you.
It wasn’t just that she missed her friends; she was starting to wonder if she needed them around to feel like she existed at all.
You’re everywhere except right here and it hurts.
Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything.
How is it that he’s always in my thoughts even when I am not thinking?