Absence from whom we Cinta is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
A goodbye isn't painful unless you're never going to say hello again.
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness everywhere!
I know that miles and distance don’t matter in friendship. But who’s going to explain that to my heart? I miss you.
Friendship is life’s biggest addiction. Unfortunately, anda don’t realize this until anda start missing your old friends.
