Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.

Can miles truly separate you from friends.... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?

Within you I lose myself...Without you I find myselfWanting to be lost again. Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Your absence has gone through meLike thread through a needleEverything I do is stitched with its color.

What shall I do with all the days and hoursThat must be counted ere I see thy face?How shall I charm the interval that lowersBetween this time and that sweet time of grace?

Missing someone gets easier every day because even though it's one day further from the last time you saw each other, it's one day closer to the next time you will.

No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.