Missing

I don’t miss someone the most when one is away for a very long time. I do miss them, but not as much.

I don’t miss them the most when they are in a far away place. I do miss them but not as much.

But I do miss people when I am in a situation I know I can share with the person. I miss them when during any given instance, I know the person could be there but isn’t.

I miss people when I am caught in moments that do not feel as good as it should be when it is spent with that other person, knowing that their mere presence makes everything better, turning grey-scale to color, making mere noise a harmonious song. When even awkward moments feel good.

It’s not that hard for me to miss people. I probably am missing someone right now.

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