I miss you, but know the time apart will only make being in your arms again that much sweeter. I can’t wait to get home to you.
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The days come and go quickly. I wish more of each one was spent with you. Living separate lives is becoming more and more challenging. Spending nights without you is sometimes almost unbearably difficult.
There is space between us right now. Stepping back to take stock of things is healthy for both of us. Already I know my feelings for you are even deeper than I thought before. All I can do is hope you are making similar discoveries.
Lebanese artist, poet, and writer Kahlil Gibran
Let there be spaces
in your togetherness,
and let the winds of
the heavens dance
Love one another but
make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a
moving sea between
of your souls.
Being apart is luscious agony, delectable torment and delightful distress all rolled together. I am richly blessed to have someone to miss who I care about the way I do you and to be loved just as much in return.
Damage can’t be undone and words spoken can not be retracted. However, I believe like wind strengthens the roots of a tree so it can stand strong, we’ll be stronger if we can let the misplaced emotions fade into the past.
Taken from a greeting card by “American Greeting”
to my life.
I can not
When distance separates us, even for a few days, my love for you is beckoned to the top of my heart. It’s then I am reminded my already deep affection for you is continually growing. Missing you is a bitter, made sweet.
You don’t know it yet, but in your suitcase are hidden a bunch of little hearts. I cut them out for you to find while away. They’re in your backpack too. Every one was carefully secreted away to say “I love you” from a distance.
You left me long ago. My mistakes were too big for you to forget. It’s been years since I held you or we kissed, but I cherish you as the love of my lifetime. There has been no contender since, nor do I believe there will ever be.
…drove me crazy when I began to fall for you. I had trouble getting to sleep, but could not wait to dream of us each night. Back then even a few days of not seeing you was torture. You became the love of my life.
From “Peony in Love” by American novelist Lisa See
He was in
about what he
…renews, reshapes and reforms within itself. Like skin sloughs off a human body and is ever being made new, the heart does likewise with its precious contents. Love must be made and remade or else it starts to wither and die.