I know that I love you because of how much I miss you.
I miss you so much that I am jealous of the people that get the chance to see you every day.
After all the time that has passed, I still find myself missing you every minute of each hour, each hour in a day, every single day of each week, every week of the month, and every month of the year.
I can’t even begin to tell you how much I miss you.
I can’t pretend that I don’t miss you because I see you in everything that I do.
I will not lie. The truth is that I really miss you.
Every now and then I see something that reminds me of you and then there I am, missing you again.
Nothing makes a room emptier than wishing that you were in it.
I miss you so much that I want to throw a rock at you to show you how much it hurts.
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.
A day spent away from you is a day that is not worth living.
I will stop missing you when we are together again.
Missing you and not being able to have you here with me is the worst feeling.
You don’t have to be a thousand miles from me for me to miss you.
I would prefer to be kissing you than missing you.
There is not a single moment in my day that I do not miss you.
Missing you is not an easy thing to do.
Missing you is like walking around without my heart. I feel this way because my heart is still with you.
I miss everything about you. Even the things that used to annoy me when you were still here.