In the crowds at the airport, she stood alone, a hand-knitted afghan hugging her shoulders. Snarled grey hair framed a tired face, and she didn’t know the language. Somehow in the shuffle she’d been missed, and now she must fend for herself.
I missed her. From the moment she went away my mind was incapable of any other cerebration than that of the times we had together and the experiences that may have unfolded should she have ignored her call and appeased my yearnings. but that was not who she was, she was never one to turn away from what she beleives in and this is perhaps the very trait that i shall miss the most.
I wish i didnt miss you. We’ve never met, but you being in Germany and me being Cali just isnt good anymore. When you come back again, we have to meet, so i miss you for real.
sometimes i miss you. I miss the way you smell when its warm and you mumble things to me. I miss how softly you tucked my hair behind my ear. and sometimes, late at night, i wonder what would have been had i not cut all connections from you. but then i remember how meaningless you are to me.
one time i missed my shot and I missed my chance ohh it sucked missed what uhh missed phone calls missed hits missed a kiss landed on their eye. missed my girl missed love missed friends missed
i really miss you. i love the way you smell when its hot out and how softly you tucked my hair behind my ear. i dont regret not talking to you but sometimes, deep inside, i still wonder what
Of course I missed. My aim was never any good anyway. The projectile, a pine cone, fell to the ground a few feet wide of my intended target. The target looked up, alarmed and I hid behind my book from several feet away, pretending to be entirely engrossed. And of course, the book was upside down, giving me away. He would never believe me, even if my excuse was, “I was trying to look at it from another perspective.” I was never any good at lying, or throwing pine cones.
Whether I missed an exam or not, is not relevant at all for what my day was. I had never missed somebody so much without even truly knowing him and even before he left.It’s crazy how things can change in so little time.
i missed the times we used to have.
before you became the person you are these days.
you remind me of those people you say you never want to be like,
but you are like them.
and i never want to be like you.
i miss the old you.
The room still carried the light scent of her rosy perfume. I imagined my arms around her, clutching her tightly and as snugly as her fuzzy winter coat, all that I still had of her. That and the photos; photos of smiles and laughter that I would never get to see again. I sank to my knees. God, I really missed her.
Missed, it was such a simple word but at the same time held so much meaning behind it. Saying I missed you wasn’t as easy as it should be, not when I was saying it to him. What if he didn’t return the missing? Then I looked like an idiot and he would probably realize I loved him rather than just liked him in a friend way and that was something he should never ever know.
I missed it all, the bus and myself included. Where did I go? The missed bus was line number 5 the one that only runs every five hours. Now I am stuck in this po-dunk town with a missing me. Ah well at least I have my sudoku puzzle and book on Greek mythology.
Sometimes i feel like i missed my opportunity in life as a child to really experience things. I am so glad that Addie is already experiencing dance and classes at church to engage her heart and her mind. i want her to be free to live and to be her own person.
you are missed
the way your hair smelled
the way you laughed
the way you touched my arm whenever we were close
the way you told corny jokes
the way you look away when i see you looking at me
they way you try and act cool
the way you drive your car
the way you tell me how much you care
the way i miss you now
the way i always have
and always will
Another phone call, text message, IM, e-mail, missed. All because she couldn’t pay the damn bill. Well, folks there’s just too much to pay. It doesen’t bother her as much these days.
I missed the day you came back to town. I missed your birthday party the other day. I missed meeting your new boyfriend. I missed your call cause I was strung out and high. I miss you since you left me to die.
He missed her. That much was obvious in his every move, the slight curl of a frown that seemed permanent around his face, the every curved line that showed worry in his brow. Of course he missed her, though; fifteen years without her and now…
And now she was gone.
And in this fact Mrs. Lovett rejoiced; because perhaps, just perhaps, if he stopped missing her for long enough he’d notice that not all of the women in his life were gone.
i missed my chance. it slipped by but not without me knowing. no, i stood there and watched as it passed me by. everything slowed down, i could feel the time dragging on as opportunity faded. Yet it all went by in the fraction of the second it took him to pull the trigger.
I miss a lot of things, particularly friend’s birthdays. I try to follow them on Facebook, but then I always forget to check the home page and don’t get a chance to wish them a happy birthday, so they must think I’m pretty neglectful.
Als je niet goed oplet verlies je het moment. Als je het moment verliest verlies je tijd. Als je tijd verliest word je oud. Dus wat nu? opletten. Let op elk detail, vooral als je maar een minuut hebt. ja dat is het.
Missed. I miss the mail box as I walk down the path from the house, so I turn back.
I reach around until my finger tips touch the cold metal and walk back past it missing it completely. Drunk on the rain
i miss so much in the summer, drops of liquid silver catching in my lashes, i am oblivious.
Sorry I missed you, hope you can be back. You see, I have no clue what I’ve been trying to say, but I am certain about what I want out of it. So, please, whenever you come around, let’s have a tea party and talk like old times.
It takes a fifth of a second to fall in love.
Thats how I was for you.
The first thing I saw was your smile.
And I wanted to see that ever day for the rest of my life.
But what did you do to me?
I was nothing but a whisper in the wind to you.
I let you slip through, because I was afraid you wouldn’t accept me.
And it was my own fault that I missed such an opportunity,
and now I miss you…
I missed it, like a cold dagger that’s been under the skin for far too long. Ice ice and poison is stirring in a dark place. who am I? what am I? Nothing you need not worry. When you hear me again, it will be when the flat-line calls.
I miss him, that’s for sure… I suppose I really miss a lot of things… Like my childhood. I missed out on a lot because of the divorce so I wish I could have experienced more. But it all worked out to my benefit in the end so that’s good.
I missed you today, Luan. You don’t know that I love you, perhaps you don’t want to know, or you choose to ignore it. But I love you. I love you.
I don’t know how else to tell you. Perhaps one day you’ll find this and think of me. By that time, I’ll probably be dead. I’m sorry I did not know you sooner.
i missed the train. it was awful because i was late visiting my grandma. instead i hailed a can in the rain. that’s ok too, because i think cabs are interesting. i’ve never taken a plane. wait yes i have that’s a lie. i was visiting my grandma because i missed her. there i’ve used the key word twice now in this thing right here. i’m not even sure what it’s going to do, i missed the discription. haha.
Would I even be missed if I disappeared for a few days? Would anyone besides my family come looking for me? I think the answer to this is no one. No one would look for me besides my family because no one cares enough about me. Most wouldn’t even know I went missing, that is how insignificant I am in their lives. It really is unfortunate because I care so much about so many people…
You will be missed, Aaron Hohwieler. Your presence and cheerfulness will never be forgotten. We will always cherish the great times we shared with you. Rest in peace, buddy.
“I missed you.”
I don’t believe it.
I don’t believe you.
Because your eyes
Are lies
Your words
Are nothing
Because you
Are a lie.
You.
Are nothing.
You missed me?
Then why are you hurting me?
Do I have the strength to leave you again?
She felt the softness of her hand-knit light lavender cardigan.
It felt just right against her skin. But there was something missing.
Instead of feeling warm in the wool, she felt empty. She missed him.
I missed you today, but its crazy how I had it
And I felt so wrong about that I needed to shout it
And days and days go over and over
But I never needed to hear it before
So whered you go when Ive been missing?
And where were we when you were pretending?
I missed her. The time was ticking still. The clock on the wall seemed to race around in circles. The days grew short and the nights grew too long. Finally, it was too much to bear. I picked up my pen. But wait, what if she didn’t remember me. The feeling started in my mind and it expanded. growing, painfully, i slowly put down my pen. I wanted to tell her about how much I missed her. This time I wouldn’t.
In the crowds at the airport, she stood alone, a hand-knitted afghan hugging her shoulders. Snarled grey hair framed a tired face, and she didn’t know the language. Somehow in the shuffle she’d been missed, and now she must fend for herself.
I missed her. From the moment she went away my mind was incapable of any other cerebration than that of the times we had together and the experiences that may have unfolded should she have ignored her call and appeased my yearnings. but that was not who she was, she was never one to turn away from what she beleives in and this is perhaps the very trait that i shall miss the most.
I wish i didnt miss you. We’ve never met, but you being in Germany and me being Cali just isnt good anymore. When you come back again, we have to meet, so i miss you for real.
sometimes i miss you. I miss the way you smell when its warm and you mumble things to me. I miss how softly you tucked my hair behind my ear. and sometimes, late at night, i wonder what would have been had i not cut all connections from you. but then i remember how meaningless you are to me.
one time i missed my shot and I missed my chance ohh it sucked missed what uhh missed phone calls missed hits missed a kiss landed on their eye. missed my girl missed love missed friends missed
i really miss you. i love the way you smell when its hot out and how softly you tucked my hair behind my ear. i dont regret not talking to you but sometimes, deep inside, i still wonder what
I hope I am missed. From time to time I hope some say, “I miss her. Where is she now?”
Of course I missed. My aim was never any good anyway. The projectile, a pine cone, fell to the ground a few feet wide of my intended target. The target looked up, alarmed and I hid behind my book from several feet away, pretending to be entirely engrossed. And of course, the book was upside down, giving me away. He would never believe me, even if my excuse was, “I was trying to look at it from another perspective.” I was never any good at lying, or throwing pine cones.
The mark. reminds me of horshoes and handgrenades. My friends who left the school are sorely missed. Sounds like miffed.
Whether I missed an exam or not, is not relevant at all for what my day was. I had never missed somebody so much without even truly knowing him and even before he left.It’s crazy how things can change in so little time.
i missed the times we used to have.
before you became the person you are these days.
you remind me of those people you say you never want to be like,
but you are like them.
and i never want to be like you.
i miss the old you.
The room still carried the light scent of her rosy perfume. I imagined my arms around her, clutching her tightly and as snugly as her fuzzy winter coat, all that I still had of her. That and the photos; photos of smiles and laughter that I would never get to see again. I sank to my knees. God, I really missed her.
Missed, it was such a simple word but at the same time held so much meaning behind it. Saying I missed you wasn’t as easy as it should be, not when I was saying it to him. What if he didn’t return the missing? Then I looked like an idiot and he would probably realize I loved him rather than just liked him in a friend way and that was something he should never ever know.
I missed it all, the bus and myself included. Where did I go? The missed bus was line number 5 the one that only runs every five hours. Now I am stuck in this po-dunk town with a missing me. Ah well at least I have my sudoku puzzle and book on Greek mythology.
Sometimes i feel like i missed my opportunity in life as a child to really experience things. I am so glad that Addie is already experiencing dance and classes at church to engage her heart and her mind. i want her to be free to live and to be her own person.
i have missed him for so long. I have missed his kiss, his touch. At least i didnt miss him altogether. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
you are missed
the way your hair smelled
the way you laughed
the way you touched my arm whenever we were close
the way you told corny jokes
the way you look away when i see you looking at me
they way you try and act cool
the way you drive your car
the way you tell me how much you care
the way i miss you now
the way i always have
and always will
Another phone call, text message, IM, e-mail, missed. All because she couldn’t pay the damn bill. Well, folks there’s just too much to pay. It doesen’t bother her as much these days.
I missed the day you came back to town. I missed your birthday party the other day. I missed meeting your new boyfriend. I missed your call cause I was strung out and high. I miss you since you left me to die.
He missed her. That much was obvious in his every move, the slight curl of a frown that seemed permanent around his face, the every curved line that showed worry in his brow. Of course he missed her, though; fifteen years without her and now…
And now she was gone.
And in this fact Mrs. Lovett rejoiced; because perhaps, just perhaps, if he stopped missing her for long enough he’d notice that not all of the women in his life were gone.
i missed my chance. it slipped by but not without me knowing. no, i stood there and watched as it passed me by. everything slowed down, i could feel the time dragging on as opportunity faded. Yet it all went by in the fraction of the second it took him to pull the trigger.
I miss a lot of things, particularly friend’s birthdays. I try to follow them on Facebook, but then I always forget to check the home page and don’t get a chance to wish them a happy birthday, so they must think I’m pretty neglectful.
Als je niet goed oplet verlies je het moment. Als je het moment verliest verlies je tijd. Als je tijd verliest word je oud. Dus wat nu? opletten. Let op elk detail, vooral als je maar een minuut hebt. ja dat is het.
please dont go away. if you do you will be terrible missed. like a blind archer’s target. you will be missed.
Missed. I miss the mail box as I walk down the path from the house, so I turn back.
I reach around until my finger tips touch the cold metal and walk back past it missing it completely. Drunk on the rain
i miss so much in the summer, drops of liquid silver catching in my lashes, i am oblivious.
Sorry I missed you, hope you can be back. You see, I have no clue what I’ve been trying to say, but I am certain about what I want out of it. So, please, whenever you come around, let’s have a tea party and talk like old times.
It takes a fifth of a second to fall in love.
Thats how I was for you.
The first thing I saw was your smile.
And I wanted to see that ever day for the rest of my life.
But what did you do to me?
I was nothing but a whisper in the wind to you.
I let you slip through, because I was afraid you wouldn’t accept me.
And it was my own fault that I missed such an opportunity,
and now I miss you…
I missed it, like a cold dagger that’s been under the skin for far too long. Ice ice and poison is stirring in a dark place. who am I? what am I? Nothing you need not worry. When you hear me again, it will be when the flat-line calls.
I miss him, that’s for sure… I suppose I really miss a lot of things… Like my childhood. I missed out on a lot because of the divorce so I wish I could have experienced more. But it all worked out to my benefit in the end so that’s good.
I missed you today, Luan. You don’t know that I love you, perhaps you don’t want to know, or you choose to ignore it. But I love you. I love you.
I don’t know how else to tell you. Perhaps one day you’ll find this and think of me. By that time, I’ll probably be dead. I’m sorry I did not know you sooner.
You made me see happiness again.
i missed the train. it was awful because i was late visiting my grandma. instead i hailed a can in the rain. that’s ok too, because i think cabs are interesting. i’ve never taken a plane. wait yes i have that’s a lie. i was visiting my grandma because i missed her. there i’ve used the key word twice now in this thing right here. i’m not even sure what it’s going to do, i missed the discription. haha.
Would I even be missed if I disappeared for a few days? Would anyone besides my family come looking for me? I think the answer to this is no one. No one would look for me besides my family because no one cares enough about me. Most wouldn’t even know I went missing, that is how insignificant I am in their lives. It really is unfortunate because I care so much about so many people…
You will be missed, Aaron Hohwieler. Your presence and cheerfulness will never be forgotten. We will always cherish the great times we shared with you. Rest in peace, buddy.
“I missed you.”
I don’t believe it.
I don’t believe you.
Because your eyes
Are lies
Your words
Are nothing
Because you
Are a lie.
You.
Are nothing.
You missed me?
Then why are you hurting me?
Do I have the strength to leave you again?
She felt the softness of her hand-knit light lavender cardigan.
It felt just right against her skin. But there was something missing.
Instead of feeling warm in the wool, she felt empty. She missed him.
I missed you today, but its crazy how I had it
And I felt so wrong about that I needed to shout it
And days and days go over and over
But I never needed to hear it before
So whered you go when Ive been missing?
And where were we when you were pretending?
From the moment he left he was missed by her, and she felt that empty place in her heart that was waiting for him to return.
I missed her. The time was ticking still. The clock on the wall seemed to race around in circles. The days grew short and the nights grew too long. Finally, it was too much to bear. I picked up my pen. But wait, what if she didn’t remember me. The feeling started in my mind and it expanded. growing, painfully, i slowly put down my pen. I wanted to tell her about how much I missed her. This time I wouldn’t.
i’ve missed you so much my toilet
you’ve been gone for too long
i’ve been away and unable to crap
you are soooo soooo awesome now that i’m home
public restrooms are just the worst
the worst ever
and i love you
i love you so much my toilet
I missed the dinner you had made for me,
roast beef and shallots, and my favorite wine.
[but you picked merlot, not chardoney]
I told you I was working late, held too long at work,
and you think once again that my boss is a prick.
[or do you?]
But the truth is I missed the dinner you made for me
because I saw you smirk when you proposed making me dinner.
[and I know what that smirk means]