I never really got the point of missing someone.
I could understand missing things and opportunities. Places, even.
I’d go on a holiday to some exciting city and miss the little things available only back home. Or forget to bring along something like a camera and miss having the opportunity to take pictures of places I’d probably never return to. Then I’d return home and miss being away in a foreign city with nothing to do but touristy things, relax and enjoy.
How anyone could miss someone, I could never quite grasp. We would meet again one fine tomorrow, no?
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But I get it now.
Sometimes you meet someone just once and you feel like you want to be with them all the time. And the feeling is not necessarily mutual.
Its one of those feelings you wish you never knew.
