I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds– but I think of you always in those intervals.

They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now

my heart tho now it may be shattered torn an withered there was once a time when it was full of love instead of hatred it was trusting instead of questioning but tho tho's times are long gone there shall always be that spot in my sad pitiful littel heart that still calls your name and a spot in my brain that still wishes and dreams that i could hold you in my arms and look into your bright eyes and tell you i love you.

You really didn't see the sadness or the longing unless you already knew it was there. But that was the trick, wasn't it? Everyone had their disappointment and their baggage; only, some people carried it in their inside pockets and not on their backs.

...that breath of relief that there is someone in the world, finally, who understands what hurts you.

We look before and after,
And pine for what is not;
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell
Of saddest thought.