I miss you the most at night when everything is quiet. The silence reminds me that you're not next to me.
Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.
I miss you even more than I could have believed and I was prepared to miss you a good deal.
It hurts to breathe because every breath I take proves I can't live without you.
Imagining a life without you is something that is impossible, you make me complete and I want you to know you mean everything to me.
It's not that I can't live without you, it's just that I don't even want to try.
Within you, I lost myself. Without you, I found myself wanting to be lost again.
Sometimes I just wish you were here so I could tell you how much I need you and how hard every day has been without you.
Even if I spend the entire day with you, I will miss you the second you leave.
I can't wait until I can roll over at 2 am to find your lips instead of a text.
When I miss you, I read our old conversations, smile like an idiot, listen to songs that remind me of you, then I miss you more.
Missing you is my hobby, caring for you is my job, making you happy is my duty and loving you is my life.
The few hours I spend with you are worth the thousand hours I spend without you.