Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
Life is so short, so fast the lone hour’s fly, we ought to be together, you and I.
There should be a little gap between you and your friends, though you’ll miss their companionship and you’ll also miss their disrespect.
Some people in your life is like those songs in the playlists that you always skip but never delete.
Those we love don’t go away, they walk beside us every day Unseen, unheard but always near, still loved, still missed and very dear.
You can love someone so much, but you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
I Miss You, But I’M Trying Not to Care. I Love You, But I’M Trying Not to Show. I Want You, But What Can I Do When You Are Not Even Mine.
I miss you. A little too much, a little too often, and a little bit more every day.I keep myself busy with the things I do. But every time I pause, I still think of you.
If I had a penny for every time I thought of you, I’d still miss you, but at least I would be rich enough to come and see you.
When you miss me just look up to the night sky and remember, I’m like a star; sometimes you can’t see me, but I’m always there.
I miss our conversations I miss how we used to talk every minute of every day and how I was able to tell you everything that was on my mind.
I miss you but I’m trying not to care. I love you, but I’m trying not to show. I want you, but what can I do when you are not even mine.