“Love is missing someone whenever you’re apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you’re close in heart.” ~Kay Knudsen
For the past nine or so years (okay. wow.), I have grown accustomed to missing. My family, my friends, a certain boy, my pets, my hometown, my childhood.
Whether I am thinking about a certain moment with my dog crawling on my dad, a certain moment shopping with my mom, a certain moment laughing with the friends that are closest to me, I miss everything as soon as it slips out my front door or as soon as I put my size 9 gladiator sandal on the gas pedal (hopefully with no forthcoming speeding tickets) and drive away.
I have realized, though, that this missing thing isn’t that bad. Everything I miss comes back in one way or another. Everything I miss is good. And that is how it should be. Miss the good, let bygones be gone.