Can missing someone even be described?

[BLP11520]

[LaFemmeFatale_1]

Yes.

It’s 2022.

I am in bed and next to me I have his T-shirt. I don’t wear it, because I want it to have his scent as long as possible.

I miss him and it hurts. I look at the moon, and think how he’s probably sleeping peacefully. How I wish I could be there next to him, having my hand on his chest and falling asleep while listening to his rhythmic breath.

But I can’t be there… God knows when and if I will ever see again.

I move around in bed and it comforts me to know that he does love me and miss me too, he told me couple hours earlier before he fell asleep.

He said “I love you my little girl.”

I feel so helpless that I can’t get to him.

I recall the last day I met him, the last kiss, the last night we spent together and his words

“Babe, you are… It was the best thing in my life. I’ve never felt that great before. I am so lucky to have you, sometimes I can’t believe.”

I recall him and I have this deep longing of him.

I think, I could easily go without food, without water, but not having him by my side is the worst torture God could ever put me through.

He must be a sadist to make two people fall in love so deeply and then separate them so that they cannot even get to each other, because of politics, because of pandemic. Whatever. I don’t care.

I’d baptize myself as any other religion, just so I could get to China, I’d get the pilot license if they could allow me to fly to China.

I wanted him more than I’ve wanted anything in the world.

I wanted him more than I wanted to breathe.

The next morning he will wake up and he will call me and tell me he misses me. That he slept holding my yellow jacket.

He will look at me with his loving eyes and I’ll want to sacrifice my whole life, just so I can kiss him one more time.

Can I be a bird to fly into his room and just be next to him once more?

No I can’t. How I wish I could be a bird.

I look up at the airplanes flying and I want to be in them flying to him.

But no. Borders are locked. Life played with us. Laughed at us.

How unfair it is. I touch his T-shirt and fall asleep daydreaming that he is there too sleeping by my side.

I fall asleep.

1 hour later I wake up, my heart is beating fast, I had a dream I was drilling the Earth to make a tunnel to China and get to there. But I couldn’t.

I stand up naked, go out on the balcony and look at the moon.

Somewhere the very same moon looks at him too and that’s the closest I can look at him, I can look at the moon and the moon will look at him.

He calls me on his way to work in the morning. Tells me his life stories, what he cooked today, how funny his coworkers are, how his new project is very ambitious and how happy he is to have me.

I miss him. My whole existence is missing him, lacking him by my side and in me.

It soothes my heart to know he loves me the same, but it also hurts me to imagine he’s feeling the same pain I do.

Missing someone - hurts.

Whether I’d break a bone or miss someone like that again?

I’d pick breaking my bone again.

It breaks and snaps and that’s it. It’s over.

Missing someone though is an ache of your soul, coming from somewhere deep you can’t exactly put your finger on. You don’t know how to treat it but to walk with this huge emptiness in you.

Heavy is that emptiness…

But it goes… Everything goes with time. It might take long, but the pain always goes away.

Someone who was the first thought of yours in the morning and the last thought of yours at night, becomes a stranger.

You no longer miss him.

The empty place gets filled with new memories.

And you appreciate whatever you had. Something that was worth missing.

[MemeSupreme]

feeling incomplete

[NathanDavis]

I just...

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[BLP11520]

Cool👍

[ChicoFromThe305]

Yes as a craving for someone

[BLP11520]

Intense

[IslaTheWitch]

I wake up, it's dark. I check the time - 3:15 am. The house is quiet. I don't know what woke me up. Slowly, I untangle myself from the sheets, feeling a growing unease. Something is wrong... something is missing... I check the front door - closed. The stove - off, the house is silent, like every night.

I peek into Drama Queen's room. It's dark and quiet. I approach the bed, but from a distance, I can already see that she's not there. The bed is empty, without sheets... "Where could she have gone?" I try not to pay attention to the tightness in my stomach and the difficulty in breathing. I look out to the balcony... but there is only silence... I feel tears welling up in my eyes. Now I run to the other balcony, but there greets me the same silence.

I walk around the house and call for her. Bathrooms, rooms - everywhere greet me with silence. I return to her room and open the closet but there is only emptiness. Her nightstand is empty; no candy wrappers, no books, no phone, no AirPods... As if she was never there... never existed... as if almost 17 years of her life were simply erased, remaining only in my memory. A glitch in the Matrix.

I wake up when I can't breathe. It's still dark, drenched in sweat, struggling for breath, I run to her room where her peaceful breath greets me. The relief is so strong that it knocks me off my feet...

There's a reason why sometimes I prefer not to sleep :D

[TruliAdreamerInLove]

I’m sure psychologists did a good job of explaining or describing it by mentioning the affects of it on the human body and brain.

[Paris13]

lol Like in Kiss My Arse? xx

[CuriousMufuxka]

Yes. Pain.