I should not miss people, especially those who have left me with a scar. But, I do. I miss them at the oddest hours. I have no other ways to say this and hence I shall just do it with my fingers firmly typing and as my eyes slowly fills with tears. Been a while since I wrote this way. You know, with so much emotions attached to every word that I type. But then again, been a while since I have felt this way too. So yes, please forgive me because today I am taking a road of pain with my post.
Have you missed someone so much that you did not know what to do? We miss people, don't we? We miss those that have left us for the other world, those who have walked out of our lives not looking back and those that are millions of miles away but close to our hearts. These are who we miss, right? And what do we do when we miss them? We think of them, we reach out and sometimes we cry. Thing is, somehow, things will be okay after that.
Oh, how I wish I missed someone that way, because at least then, I would find a way to cure my ache. The way I am missing someone is just so different that no quotations or phrases or poems or even songs can match up to the emotions behind it. I miss someone that used to be a "someone that I knew". Funny how that one statement itself hits me with so much memories.
Imagine knowing someone on the inside and out, knowing them so well that at one point of your life you just knew that your life will never be the same if at all they were not a part of it. Ever had that? Now imagine still having them as a part of your life but in a different form and way. How if a person that you know so well becomes someone that you "knew" and all this happens right at the front of your eyes?
I miss my "someone". A person that I once hugged with my soul is now extremely hard to hug even with my arms. How do I cure this ache then? The ache to have something that was once so perfect but now is not is just one that you can never fulfill.