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My Love…
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.

By American writer and editor Eve Glicksman
goodbye kiss editAncient lovers
believed
a kiss
would
literally
unite
their
souls,
because
the spirit
was said
to be
carried
in one’s
breath.

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My Love…
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”
Yman-with-rose-at-doorou give
meaning
to my life.
I can not
imagine
living
without
you.
You fill
my heart
with
happiness
and
hope
for a
wonderful
future
together.
You are
the love
of my
life.

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My Darling…
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.

By a near anonymous author named Nikhil Saluja
4533105785_4d8e264644_zMissing
someone
is part of
loving
them.
Not until
you are
apart
do you
realize
how much
they mean
to you.

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My Dear…
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.

From “The Gargoyle” by Canadian author, Andrew Davidson
il_fullxfull220451268_zps4875c430EDITIf
you
listen
to the
wind
very
carefully,
you’ll
be able
to hear
me
whisper
my
love
for
you

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My Love…
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.

From “A Million Little Pieces” by American writer James Frey
man-walking-awayThe
wounds
that
never
heal
can
only
be
mourned
alone.

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Love…
…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
lovers_embrace-300x289He was in
my hair,
my eyes,
my fingers,
my heart.
I day-dreamed
about what he
was doing,
thinking,
seeing,
smelling,
feeling.
I could
not eat
for thoughts
of him.

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Love…
…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.

From “The Lovely Bones” by American Novelist Alice Sebold
stock-footage-silhouette-of-pair-of-lovers-near-the-window-in-airportI
fell
in
love
with
you
again
while
you
were
away…

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