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...
But as the years passed, he missed her more not less, and his need for her became a cut that would not scar over, would not stop leaking.
I just wanted to tell you, how beautiful you were; that day, that night, that life.
Very often I realize that the time people spend apart is as important in maintaining relationships as the time they spend together.
آموخت که آدم به غیبت عادت میکند و این عادت به نبودن عزیزان از نبودنشان ناگوارتر است.
I missed her, the idea of her.
It's not hard to read about death abstractly. I do find it tough when a character I love dies, of course. You can truly miss characters. Not like you miss people, but you can still miss them.
Just as it did when I spoke to you that day from the phone, your face comes into focus more and more as I hold you here beside me.
Missing you is worse than Pittsburgh.
Please wait for me. Don't have all the fun now. Don't fill up on other people who aren't me. Don't ruin your appetite.
She wished for Ebono as she wished every time she saw Lrrianay at her father's shoulder, or any pegasus at any bond-mate's shoulder, or any pegasus. Or any time she took a breath, she wished again for...
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 feel her loss all o...
When I was young I didn't understand, but now, I know, how absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird.
How anxiously I yearned for those I had forsaken.
How anxiously I yearned for those I had forsake
Hearing him talk about his mother, about his intact family, makes my chest hurt for a second, like someone pierced it with a needle.
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.
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.
For some the proud roar is not about being in charge it is more about "hear me ,I miss you" yet those words fade,
Missing someone enlightens how the person means to you and broadens the feelings shared.
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