Thoughts on Missing

Do you know the feeling of missing someone? The questions that remain on the front of the brain::: do(es) [she, he, they] feel the same?  Are [they, she, he] missing me too? 

And then you may start to question yourself::: Why do I miss [them, she, he] so much? What is it about [their] personality, laugh, their particular non-verbal communication, their relationship with you or lack of relationship with you, the potential relationship you could have together, the experiences you have shared with each other, that makes you yearn for their presence in this particular moment? 

You may begin to think you’re crazy::: Maybe I’m just tripping. Maybe I only miss them because I’m missing something within myself. 

Then you may start to have self-doubt::: What if I can never fill this void? What is this emptiness? What is at the end of the tunnel? 

So you may turn over on your bed or a couch and dream about the end of the tunnel. Perhaps there is no light, maybe there is a bright light, or a light laugh, or some glimmer of hope, or a shadow of fear, or simply and more accurately the unknown — And then you wake up from said dream, check your phone, and see that they texted you back. Your heart skips a few beats with the thought that perhaps they miss you in a similar manner that you miss them, and they regard you in a similar manner that you regard them.

Is it common to remember the ones that affect you in your particular particle of life experience and perspective? But what makes one more important than all the other ones in this gigantic spectrum of humans each of us chooses to interact with? Is it timing? Is it more than timing, is it the stars aligning?

And what if the one you miss, does not miss you? Maybe they miss others more or maybe they are living fully in the moment and believe missing is a waste of time deepening your ties to the past and not the present.

Do we miss people more when they are gone? When we know we can never see them in the physical realm this life again?

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4 Responses to Thoughts on Missing

  1. possible Germany says:

    “Miss Lauren Zapata”
    could be
    the beginning of a long letter
    filled with music lyrics about possibilities from a fictional song from Wilco
    having their origin from brief magical moments
    shared in the past
    the past separated
    the past unites
    or
    could be
    just a brief statement
    could be
    can be
    it is
    a fact of min(d)ing the great memories
    we like and share
    thank you

  2. Manuel F. Zapata says:

    I miss you sweetheart.  Can’t wait to see you this Christmas.  CA seems sooooo far away, but it’s actually only one phone-call or text message away!  Love you,  -Dad  Thank you,

    -Manuel Zapata

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