For everything you gain, you lose something.
When I miss you, sometimes I listen to music or look at pictures of you, not to remind me of you but to make me feel as if I'm with you. It makes me forget the distance and capture you.
If there ever comes a day when we can't be together, keep me in your heart. I'll stay there forever.
When you miss me just look up to the night sky and remember, I'm like a star; sometimes you can't see me, but I'm always there.
In the hope to meet Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream. And I seek thee in vain by the meadow and stream.
Oft in the tranquil hour of night, When stars illume the sky, I gaze upon each orb of light, And wish that thou went by.
Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night, especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, and the ground so very cold.
Separation Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.
As contraries are known by contraries, so is the delight of presence best known by the torments of absence.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged.
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.
I miss everything about you. Can't believe that I still want youAnd after all the things we've been through.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
You can love someone so much. . . But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
Ok, look. I'm honest. Girl I can't lie I miss you. You and the music were the only things that I'd commit to
When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, - Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away. Poetic Verse by
