The silence isn't so bad, till I look at my hands and feel sad. Because the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.
Ocean Eyes (Deluxe Edition)
Tossing and turning is all I can do. Grabbing my pillow, holding it tighter, wishing it were you.
I don't like missing you...but I love having you to miss.
And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
As contraries are known by contraries, so is the delight of presence best known by the torments of absence.
Absence and death are the same - only that in death there is no suffering.
Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.
The feeling of love is measured by the extent of missing the feverish state in which the absence of the other plunges us
It turns out freedom meant nothing but missing you.
When you are lonely remember it`s true, someone somewhere is thinking of you.