At the same time, missing people who are gone hits a different level of pain. Somehow even if you knew you wouldn’t speak again, their being alive would almost be enough to be happy. Just knowing they’re still out there somewhere provides some kind of relief. Either way, it hurts
Missing people is so weird when they’re alive still. You want to see them and you technically could because they exist still to be, well, seen and spoken to. And yet, you guys just never speak again and parts of you go on with them the same way parts of them go on with you.
Missing people is so weird when they’re alive still. You want to see them and you technically could because they exist still to be, well, seen and spoken to. And yet, you guys just never speak again and parts of you go on with them the same way parts of them go on with you.