“I miss the me I was with you.”

If you’re searching for a quote that puts your feelings into words – you won’t find it. You can learn every language and read every word ever written – but you’ll never find what’s in your heart. How can you? He has it.

I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand. And when the light has long since gone I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.

When you experience loss, people say you’ll move through the 5 stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance. What they don’t tell you is that you’ll cycle through them all every day.

I didn’t love you to seek revenge. I didn’t love you out of loneliness or unhappiness. I didn’t love you for any of the misguided reasons that time might convince you I did. I just loved you because you’re you.

It’s times like this when it’s over a year later and I’m still crying over you that I want to turn to you and say: See – This is why I asked you never to kiss me.

My heart’s been empty since you left – but still I refuse to put up a vacancy sign. I’m just not ready for anybody else to move in yet.

I believe in love at first sight. But it’s not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it’s the moment you first see the person they truly are.

Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.

Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.

I have poured my heart out, and now I am empty.

It’s difficult for me to imagine the rest of my life without you. But I suppose I don’t have to imagine it. I just have to live it.

It’s funny how we say a person ‘made’ us when they actually broke us. Sort of like how I say ‘funny’ – but I actually mean sad.

I would have followed you to hell and back if only you’d lead me back.

He was both everything I could ever want… And nothing I could ever have.

I miss that feeling of connection. Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.

You love so perfectly, as if you have never been told a heart can be broken.

The cholera had broken out at the post, and five or six men were dying daily.

There is one thing I would break up over, and that is if she caught me with another woman. I won’t stand for that.

When I told you that I hadn’t been broken before; it wasn’t a fucking challenge.

Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him. Some night these thoughts, separated by miles and time zones, occur at the same objective moment, and Ray and Mirabelle are connected without ever knowing it.

I was fifteen years old when I understood how it is that things break down: people can’t imagine someone else’s point of view.

We were electric together, you and me; we turned hurting each other into a goddamned symphony.

When a bud breaks it becomes a flower, when a heart breaks it becomes divine.