Longing is solitude accompanied, is when
love has not yet gone, but the beloved has already...
Longing is to love a past that has not yet passed, is to refuse a gift that hurts us, is not to see the future that invites us...

Longing is to feel that there is what no longer exists...
Longing is the hell of those who lost their souls,
It is the pain of those left behind,
It is the taste of death in the mouth of those who continue ...

Only one person in the world wants to miss you:
The one you've never loved.

And this is the greatest of sufferings:
Having no one to miss, to go through life and not to live.
The greatest of sufferings is never having suffered.