It’s true we don’t know what we’ve got until its gone, but we don’t know what we’ve been missing until it arrives.
Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart.
I miss your love I miss your touch, But I’m feeling you everyday.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.
Cause I love you and I miss you, hearing your voice is the closest thing to touching you.