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Missing You

Every time I hear this song...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Y2icHOgC5U&ob=av2e... I end up thinking about someone.  It isn't always the same person.  It has been people that have passed away, like my one set of grandparents. There have been times it has been people I just no longer keep in contact with or a friendship that has fallen a part.  Oddly enough, most of the time it is about people that are still in my life: friends that are away at school, family members I don't spend enough time with, and even the people I see every week.

It is the people that are very much a part of my life every day/week that I often miss the most.  It perplexes me honestly.  How does that make any sense at all? They say you don't know what you have until it's gone- so shouldn't I miss those that are no longer a part of my life more than those that still are??
Maybe it just simply comes down to how much you love someone-family, friends, and partners.  The harder you love someone, the harder you miss someone.  Makes sense really.  Why should you miss someone that is no longer apart of your life more than someone still in your life that you love more than you ever could have loved them? Missing someone is the absence of having them around (obviously). If you see someone multiple times a week, the times you don't see them will cause you to miss them (you become used to their presence and long for it).

Speculation is always fun.  Rarely is it productive.  Missing someone and why we miss them is something I don't feel quite ready to fully explore.  I want to delve more into it but doing that means delving further into my emotions, and frankly, that isn't something I often do willingly. Despite knowing it is better for me to be open and honest (as I tell others), I struggle to find the confidence to do it myself. But that's for another day, another post. Wishing all of you the best and hoping you all find someone worth missing.

xoxo
S.


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