My memory loves you; it asks about you all of the time.
Missing you is my hobby, caring for you is my job, making you happy is my duty, and loving you is my life.
When I close my eyes, I see you. When I open my eyes, I miss you
I hide my tears when I say your name but pain in my heart is still the name. Although I smile and seem carefree, who misses you more than me.
If I could plant a flower for every time I miss you, I could walk through my garden forever. Anonymous.
I miss everything about you. Even the things that used to annoy me when you were still here.
I can’t even begin to tell you how much I miss you.
When you, a single person, is missing, the whole world seems off balance to me.
I might not always show it or tell you, but I miss you like crazy when you are not here.
There are not enough words in the dictionary to describe how much I miss you and long for you.
I will not lie. The truth is that I really miss you.
I miss you so much that I want to throw a rock at you to show you how much it hurts.
Nothing makes a room emptier than wishing that you were in it.
I find myself missing you a little too much, a little too often, and a little more with each passing day.
I’m not sure what is worse: missing you, or pretending that I don’t.
There is not a single moment in my day that I do not miss you.
Missing you and not being able to have you here with me is the worst feeling.
A day spent away from you is a day that is not worth living.
I would prefer to be kissing you than missing you.
You don’t have to be a thousand miles from me for me to miss you.
I miss you so much that it is making me cry. Nothing is the same without you in my life.
I miss you the most when I see you smile, knowing that your smile is no longer meant for me.
There’s an emptiness inside of me that tells me that I must really miss you.
I always wonder if you miss me as much as I miss you.
Missing you is not an easy thing to do.