Ritesh Gupta

“He had no idea what missing was. Missing was lying in the dampness of your tears night after night. Missing was a constant hollow spot in the center of your chest. Missing was a yawning ache that was never satisfied.”
― Denise Hunter, The Accidental Bride

“I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [ . . . ] Oh! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting shores, listened for that voice, but it was not uttered--not uttered till; when the hush came, some could not feel it: till, when the sun returned, his light was night to some!”
― Charlotte Brontë, Villette

“So for now,
I will miss you like I’ll never see you again,
And the next time I see you,
I will kiss you like I’ll never kiss you again,
And when I fall asleep beside you
I will fall asleep as if I’ll never wake up again,
because I don’t know if I will.
I don’t know if I will.

- I Will Love You Like The World Is Ending”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

“I missed you all my life,” Kylie said. “I
didn’t know I missed you, but I know it now. You were supposed to be
there.”
― C.C. Hunter, Awake at Dawn