missing you + you + you + you

I have never really missed anyone before.

I think it must be because I have always jumped into things (relationships and friendships alike) with both feet and all my baggage (literally and figuratively) – and when the desire and lust and fun were all over, I was done. I could not possibly miss them.

I never allowed myself to miss anyone because I was just with people all the time, even when I was by myself. I mean that I was obsessive, I guess. I would not stop thinking about whichever person I could have missed. I texted them, called them, messaged them whenever I so chose and so never had the opportunity to miss them.

It is a strange new thing to miss someone.

I never knew how gratifying it was going to be to miss.

I miss a certain few people at this very second.

At this exact second.

And for a few, a bit of a sob wells into my chest.

I have them in my mind, in fondness.

To miss them means simply that I just want them to be around me - but they are not.

I have them so securely in my mind.

I’m not worried if they feel the same as I

or even when I will see them.

I do not wonder if they will call or write.

I just want them to be around me or me around them.

To feel their presence or touch their faces.

I suppose it feels good to them to have this coming from me.

Simply to be wanted, just because.

Just because someone wants you to be near them.

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