...it’s not just the person who fills a house, it’s their I’ll be back later!s, their toothbrushes and unused hats and coats, their belongingnesses.

But nothing makes a room feel emptier than wanting someone in it.

People are... Full of contradictions. They're lonely. And then they're not. They're missed. And then they're not.

She sits there and feels the loneliness and the lack of him

You don't have to be invisible to disappear.

No, I don't miss you... Not in a way that one is missed.
But I think of you.
Sometimes.
In the way that one might think of the summer sunshine
On a winter night...