“God, I missed you. I missed that.” “Missed what?” “You…your humor, your smile, your touch, your…everything.”

“I miss your smile… but I miss mine more.”

“I'm not ashamed of wanting you. And yes, I've missed touching you, and holding you, and I want that again. But that isn't all I've missed about you since you left town." He placed his palms on the sides of her face, bringing her gaze back to his. "I've missed the way you glance around when you think your karma is going to zap you. I miss watching you walk and the way you push your hair behind your ears. I miss the sound of your voice, and that you try to be a vegetarian and can't. I miss that you believe you're a pacifist even as you shock me on the arm. I've missed everything about you, Gabrielle.”

“I miss the sound of your voiceAnd I miss the rush of your skinAnd I miss the still of the silenceAs you breathe out and I breathe in”

“I will miss your lips, and everything attached to them.”

“I miss your fragrance, sometimes I miss it this much that I can clearly smell you in the air.”