There were differences in what it meant to miss someone. I had grown up knowing this difference. I missed many people. My dad, my mom, my self I hadn’t yet met. And I missed them all differently. Missing someone out of love, missing someone out of loss—both an I miss you, I missed you too, but with disparate connotations. And like the unspoken implications in our friendship, Cathy and I had always carried our connotations differently.
