463 Quotes About Lost-love

And I go looking looking for you in the streetsAnd I never find youI never find you at all

Andthis letterI didn't sendhow surprisingto find it now.All this love I must have felt.

Next to it on the wall was a framed postcard of Monet's berm. I recognized it immediately.'It used to be mine, but you've owned it far, far longer than I have.' We belonged to each other, but had lived so far apart that we belonged to others now. Squatters, and only squatters, were the true claimants to our lives.

There is a spot on via Santa Maria dell' Anima that I revisit every time I'm in Rome. I'll stare at it for a second, and suddenly it'll all come back to me. I had just thrown up that night and on the way back to the bar you kissed me. People kept walking by but I didn't care, nor did you. That kiss is still imprinted there, thank goodness. It's all I have from you. This and your shirt.

Or had I come with a far more menial purpose? To find him living alone, waiting for me, craving to be taken back to B.? Yes, both our lives on the same artificial respirator, waiting for that time when we'd finally meet and scale our way back to the Piave memorial.

I loved and I loved and I lost you.

The wind took me away from you,Draped with fear, waking nightmare,I lost all sense of who I could become,Your exuberant hold slipped away,Irresolute, impulsive, irreconcilable.

He loved her. And she loved him. And in such bliss does devastation grow.

We declared war on one another's heart. And once the bombs dropped, & wars of words began, all that was left were the ruins of what was once everything. Something once so beautiful, that even those dull ruins held it's own tragic beauty all their own.