“People imagine that missing a loved one works kind of like missing cigarettes,' he said. 'The first day is really hard but the next day is less hard and so forth, easier and easier the longer you go on. But instead it's like missing water. Every day, you notice the person's absence more.”
“It's so much easier to learn to love what you have instead of yearning always for what you're missing, or what you imagine you're missing. It's so much more peaceful.”
“God, I miss you,” he said in a voice that cracked. “Every night. Every day…”
“If you don't think every day is a good day, just try missing one.”
“It's not hard to read about death abstractly. I do find it tough when a character I love dies, of course. You can truly miss characters. Not like you miss people, but you can still miss them.”
“But the past coupleof days I’ve missed you so much it’s felt like missing youis all I am.”