I wish that I could see your face right now, even if it was for one second.
I could really use one of your hugs right now. I guess I’m just really missing you.
I am still anxiously waiting for the day that I do not have to miss you anymore.
The distance between us is just a test, but what we have is still the best. Of course I miss you every day.
Remember you is easy because I do it every single day. But missing you is a heartache that will
I will continue loving and missing you until the end of time.
I miss you a little, I guess you could say, a little too often, and a little more each and every day.
The scary thing about distance is I don’t know if you miss me or if you are slowly forgetting me. All I know is that I miss you.
For me, missing you is a hobby, caring for you is a job, making you happy is my duty, and loving you is my life’s purpose.
Not talking to you is so hard when we used to talk every day.
I miss you so much and I only want 3 things in this world: to see you, to hug you, and to kiss you.
Don’t ever forget that I love you and that whenever we are apart, I am missing you desperately.
Is it bad that I miss you so much, that you are always the only thought on my mind?
I can’t seem to get you out of my head, but maybe you are supposed to be there.
I miss you as much as a recovering alcoholic misses his booze.
I want you. I love you. I miss you.
If I could have it my way, I would much rather be kissing you right now instead of missing you and wanting to be with you.
When I tell you that I miss you, I am actually asking you if you miss me too.
My heart never knew loneliness until you disappeared from it.
Missing you is just a part of loving you. If we were never apart, then I would never know how strong my love for you is.
I miss you every day, but I like to think that we find each other in our dreams at night.
There is one thing that changed when you left: everything. I miss you.
I will only stop missing you when I am with you.
A thousand miles between us won’t stop me from missing you every day.
Even though I miss you so much, it comforts me to know that we are at least both under the same sky.
I really wish that you were here, that I were there, or that we were together anywhere.
I hate that I miss you and that there is nothing I can do about it.
I wonder if we ever think about each other at the same time.
Missing you when you do not miss me back is the worst feeling in the world.
