I don’t know where you are, but I miss you. I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’m thinking of you.

Thinking of you day and night, thoughts of you keep entering my mind when I’m happy, when I’m sad, I think of you.

You will always be the answer when somebody asks me what I’m thinking about.

Thinking about you is no longer an activity or a habit, it is now my way of life.

This mad love has completely consumed me. All I can think about is you.

My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again.

Thinking of you every; second, minute, hour, day, is medication to my illness of missing you.

The loneliness you feel with another person, the wrong person, is the loneliest of all.

When I want to smile, I know exactly what to do. I just close my eyes and think of you.

If you’re lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.

Being away from everyone else may be lonely, but being away from you will be even lonelier.

Loneliness is a sign you are in desperate need of yourself.

It’s better to be lonely than to be with someone who makes you feel alone.

Loneliness is like a prison, where you are both the suffering prisoner and the cruel jailer.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

What a lovely surprise to finally discover how unlonely being alone can be.