For 27 years, I dreamt of you. I craved you...I've missed you!
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Quotes tagged ‘I Miss You’
And we are all just fighting to survive a world where I miss you doesn’t mean I’m coming back and I love you doesn’t mean I’ll stay.
I laid on your chest till there's nothing left. Hear your heartbeat when I close the door, the scent that you left made me second guess. I wish that I missed you more.
Malcolm Crowe: [to Anna sleeping in a chair] Anna? Anna Crowe: [in her sleep] I miss you. Malcolm Crowe: I miss you, too. Anna Crowe: Why, Malcolm? Malcolm Crowe: What, what is it? Anna Crowe: Why did you leave me? Malcolm Crowe: I didn't leave you. [the ring Anna is holding falls out of her hand to…
I miss the mornings with you laying in my bed. I miss the memories replaying in my head. I miss the thought of a forever, you and me. But all you're missing is my body.
It’s not so easy to keep someone out when they’re not even around anymore.
Give me a few days of peace in your arms—I need it terribly. I’m ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world.
What will you give for those nights of love?
We were in a constant state of longing - almost touching.
Imagining that you are going to come back to me is my favorite way to spend the day.
I have given my heart away and I can’t take it back — it is like living without a heart.
How terrible it was to still be mentally and emotionally attached to someone from whom you have been physically separated.
I am too tired and I miss you too much.
All night I was rolling over and smelling you. All night I was rolling over and thinking about how you make me forget which way all my limbs are supposed to go.
I try not to miss her too much because she’s up there flying with the angels while I’m down here fucking with the devils.
I have to go back to where my heart is.
You whispered ‘I love yous’ while you were inside me. I can still hear them.
I ache for you.
I miss you already… I missed you even when I was with you. That’s been my problem. I miss what I already have, and I surround myself with things that are missing.
Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.