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I missed you so much," she breathed.
I tilted my head back and put my hands on her shoulders. I could hardly believe this was happening. I was finally getting to touch her. To kiss her. It was all happening. "I missed you, too.

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Mungkin seseorang masih tak tahu lirih perih dalam rintik rindu ini. Selamat malam, kamu yg berlalu dalam gerimis.

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Menemukanmu (lagi)
tersemat di dada puisi.

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If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.

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Nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.

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Rise up, wise up, say it loud. Soul, I will not lie to you. I'm all alone. I'm still missing you, missing you, missing you.

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But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles

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I deleted your number. Although I know the tired digits by heart, scout's honor, pinky promise.

I am trying to talk myself out of every emotion I'm having, and of course, it is failing to a fault.

I'm still sad, I'm still mad, I'm still heartbroken, I miss you.

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And,” Annabeth continued, “it reminds me how long we’ve known each other. We were twelve, Percy. Can you believe that?”
“No, he admitted. “So…you knew you liked me from that moment?”
She smirked. “I hated you at first. You annoyed me. Then I tolerated you for a few years. Then—”
“Okay, fine.”
She leaned in and kissed: him a good, proper kiss without anyone watching—no Romans anywhere, no screaming satyr chaperones.
She pulled away. “I missed you, Percy.”
Percy wanted to tell her the same thing, but it seemed too small a comment. While he had been on the Roman side, he’d kept himself alive almost solely by thinking of Annabeth. I missed you didn’t really cover that.

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I will love you like the desert burns along the sun when they are together,
and when you will be gone,
just like every one else,
I will cry for you like the snow that melts at the first hint of summer...
and hoping that you'll be back
I will miss you like the clouds lose themselves when it rains...

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..And i can't get you out of my mind,
God knows how hard I've tried

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Aloneness and all-oneness is our authentic nature. We are always alone and all-one. We came into this planet alone and all-one. We will leave alone and all-one. And also during our whole staying in this world, no matter how we engage in relationships, we continue to be alone and all-one, though we may forget about it or pretend it is not the case.

True love has nothing to do with the idea that someone is the other half of my soul and that I need him or her in order to be whole and feel complete. Only when we can be alone and all-one with someone there is true love, regardless of whether that someone is still with us or not.

And yet... I miss you...

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This isn't goodbye, okay. There are no goodbyes... not between us.

82008 anonym 0
...it’s not just the person who fills a house, it’s their I’ll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.

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I miss your silent stature, your avoided days of disaster, your present state of distress.
I’m cinnamon, cloves and fire, you are the rested cedarwood of desire.

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Alex stepped out from behind the rock.
Relieved to see him in one piece, I threw myself forward and hugged him. He returned the embrace with a low chuckle, "Jeez, Dez, if I knew this was what it would take to get you to put your hands all over me again, I would have done it sooner.

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When you miss someone....it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.

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We are all lonely voyagers sailing on life's ebb tide,
To a far off place were all stripling warriors have died,
Sometime at eve when the tide is low,
The voices call us back to the rippling water's flow,
Even though our boat sailed with love in our hearts,
Neither our dreams or plans would keep heaven far apart,
We drift through the hush of God's twilight pale,
With no response to our friendly hail,
Suddenly he pulls us through the reef's cutting sea,
Back to the place that he asked us to be,
The friendly barges that were anchored so near,
In silent sorrow drop their salted tears,
Yet I have no fear of home and work done well,
In this life I broke the waves and rode the swell,
So don't look for me on the ocean's floor to find,
I've never left the weathered docks of your loving mind,
For I am in the moon, the wind and the whale's evening song,
I am the sailor of eternity whose voyage is not gone.

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Maybe I'm too late to be your first. But right now, I'm preparing myself to be your last.

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You're going to make the new friend impressed
if you keep remember her when she'd forgotten.