I wish I could tell you that I miss you or whatever without a “thank you” or an uncomfortable silence as your response.

I love you because
I know no other way.

Pablo Neruda, from “Love Sonnet XVII 

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One day I woke up
and we no longer spoke
the same language.
I haven’t heard from you since.

Where did you go?, Hishaam Siddiqi

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Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.
David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

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I love you. All of you. Not just the parts that are pretty, or sweet, or nice. I love your bitterness. I love your jagged edges. I love the scar left by your heartbreak. I love everything about you.
Penzima, from Encanta

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And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.
The Chaos of Stars

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I knew he didn’t love me, but I adored him anyway.
Patti Smith

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