I think it would be sort of close minded to believe that missing someone meant you sat constantly thinking of them.
No, it’s so much more than that.
Missing someone can be desiring the emotion that you once had with them. Like the feeling of pure contentment that you no longer feel.
Missing someone can be the recognition of absence, or feeling at a loss, like something is missing, even without that specific someone coming to mind at all.
Missing someone can be knowing that things would be better or at least different if they were there.
It can be walking past a photograph and smiling.
It can be inhaling a certain scent and drifting into a reverie.
It can be holding an item that they gave you, without thinking about them in particular when you’re doing it.
It can be seeing someone in the street that looks the spitting image of them, and doing a double take, only to realise that they don’t look similar at all.
It can be crying alone in your bedroom without knowing why.
It can be avoiding a certain place or food or item.
It can be your motivation each day to be better.
So no, missing someone isn’t defined by how many times you consciously drown in their memory. Missing someone is beautifully deeper than that. And if you ever loved them, you’ll miss them forever, in one way or another.

Published on May 13, 2016 06:35