the beautiful thing about missing someone is that it’s just temporarily. it’s the evidence that your absence mattered. it’s the spark of memories linked so closely to you. it’s the notion of connection simply through an action. something usually so easily forgotten. we are humble when we miss someone. it’s the sensation of being alive in the urge to feel your presence alongside the own. missing someone doesn’t mean pure love or affection. it’s the fact that you make a difference and that even when you’re gone you never left our brainspace. our little universe. even when you seem lost – i miss you.