Love is life. And if you miss love, you miss life.

The worst way to miss someone is, to be seated by him/her and know you'll never have him/her.

I still miss those I loved who are no longer with me but I find I am grateful for having loved them. The gratitude has finally conquered the loss.

You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect—you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break—her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.

It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.

I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you're single among a room full of couples.

I may not see you but I don't miss you. You stay in my heart and in my mind I'm always with you.

I want to cry because I miss you. I want to hug you and touch your face. What can I do, you're too far away. I just hope that the time passes fast 'til I can hold you again.