#missing

I'm at the window in my get-me-out-of-here clothes listening to a grand piano's sob tasting ripe nectarines from my tree watching a honeyeater suck its shadow from a puddle my cats are at the front gate of the house I used to live in I'm breaking ice with my monochrome pen ↗

— Karen Knight

#home

Every single time you crossed over for me and met me on my side. I realize now, I don't think I ever met you in the middle. And I don't think I ever once said that you for that. ↗

— Cecelia Ahern

#love #missing #friendship

If you think something is missing in your life, it is probably YOU... ↗

— Robert Holden

#missing #life

Miss someone until they come back, or until you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time. Miss someone until you don’t. ↗

— Stephanie Georgopulus

#sad #life

Sometimes we have to go through difficult times in life," he said. "But they're just a test, and if we stay strong, we're eventually rewarded. ↗

— Chevy Stevens

#life

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. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#heart #jamie-weise #love #lovers #missing

I just... I just miss him. And hate being so alone. Does he miss me? He must ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#missing-you #love

Didn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up. ↗

— Anne Rivers Siddons

#missing #parted #remembering #love

He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied. ↗

— Denise Hunter

#love #missing #the-accidental-bride #yearning #love

I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much. ↗

— Ida Løkås

#eyes #fathers #loss #love #memories