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Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust

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And what if this is it for me?

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I miss you in quiet ways, in skipped songs, in sunsets that don’t feel right, in jokes I can't tell anyone else.

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“Silence speaks louder than shouting.”

— Colleen Hoover, Point of Retreat

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we went through all of that just to be strangers again?

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Yes, I feel lost, on the edge of madness... And I miss you even though I never had you.

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Remember who checks on you, when you get a little quiet. Those are your people.

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"Your absence has gone through me, like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color."

W.S. Merwin

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cloe

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