It’s not the silence that will kill me. It’s the lack of you in the quiet.
“Sometimes silence is the emptiness, the abyss…other times is the light that guide and allow us to belive.”
Some hearts understand each other, even in silence.
And when the silence between two people is comfortable, you know you have found pure love.
In the silence of love one finds the sparks of life.
When there is quiet, my mind is loud.
When it’s silent I talk to him in thousand silent ways.
At that moments I could swear that nothing in this universe can be so heavy as the absence of the one you love, someone somewhere.
The absence of him in my life is like plant without a water, it’s like ship without a sailor, it’s like sunset without a sun…it’s like rainy day without a rain.
Without him…absence never felt so real.
Missing someone somewhere is not about how long it has been since you have seen him or the amount of time since you have talked. It is about those moments when you are doing something and wishing he would be there.
And I find pieces of him in everything.
He is the only person I want to share daily knick knacks with him.
Every piece of me aches for him.
Sometimes all I can do is lie in bad and hope to fall asleep before I fall apart.
I read somewhere that absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
I know that our love will be inflamed!
Silence isn’t the absence of noise…it’s the absence of you.
To say I miss you is understatment.
Never let the silence convience you that my love for you has quieted.
It’s screaming your name…
Hear what I don’t say. Hear it with your heart.