I have missed you so much all week. and now that we get to talk…all i long for is to be with you. I hate being apart from you. Why does it feel like when i say good bye to you it feels like the end of the world?
I’ve missed a lot in life. I’ve missed a lover lost. I’ve missed an opportunity. I have notifications for missed calls. I guess I shouldn’t dwell on the things missed but in the things ahead. I missed someone but at least I had someone to miss.
It was only then, with my heart pounding against my chest so hard that I imagined there would be a comically shaped bruise on my skin the next morning did I realize something.
I missed the mark.
I failed everybody and everybody has failed me.
Screw this. I’m getting a coffee.
I miss you. I miss what we used to be. I miss our future. I miss our past. I miss the times we had. The words you spoke. The way you touched me. The way you said my name. The way you would push the hair from my face to look into my eyes.
How she missed the strong smell of Autumn. The fair leaves falling from the burning trees to the ground below where her father would collect them into piles and turn them into ash. Her favorite time of year.
The love I’ve never really had. I’v never truly loved someone who hasnt been given to me by biology. I long for someone who genuinely wants to be around me and me the same for them. I feel like I’ve missed out on the most part of the human experience.
I knew i missed him the second he walked out the door. But it was too late. What i had said i couldn’t take back and what he had said couldn’t be forgotten either. Their was a pang in my chest that urged me to drop everything and chase him out the door.
Right now you are missed and the distance is suddenly less of a factor than the far away place your head is in right now. You will return one day I know, but it is not a journey that can be forced and I know I got lost when I took it.
missed my chance to be a kid. too much responsibility to play. too much to do to have fun. I missed out on that. and it is her fault. her fault for getting sick. her fault for leaving me with her kids. I missed my chance and it is all her fault. and I hate her for it.
I miss you. I miss the feeling of you next to me, your jokes, your smile. your smell. your shirts i would pretend to forget i was wearing so that i could bring them home and smell you. your lips, and the way they fit perfectly against mine. I miss you.
I never thought that you would be someone that would be missed so badly by me. I need you here in my life and you arent there. Everything is changing, everything is falling apart. Why did you leave and why did it all fall apart at the same time? You never gave me a heads up, you just left. You were always there to bring me up. You were my strength, my rock. I want to be someone you miss. I miss you. I need you. I love you. Always.
missed so much, missed something very important even tough it is not very important. i am writing something just to write something. i dont know what ll be in the end. just writing. writing. writing is good.
It was as if I missed something I still had.
I wished for you to leave me, so I had a reason to hurt.
But alas, I was hurting to fulfill my own need to feel pain; my own need to feel alive.
Now that you are gone, I don’t miss you.
I miss the pain.
You are a terrible demon, but you brought out the best in me.
The best of the worst, that is.
I love what a bitter person you have turned me into.
I miss you…you are sorely missed. Today, I look out of the window and thought I saw you but I know you are gone. Gone to a place I can’t see you again. Today, I am going to you grave site to say hello but it really hurts because it is always goodbye. I miss you and wished you were here with us. But, thank you for the lessons and time you spent with us.
missed you when i missed that bus. i watched it pass and couldn’t bring myself to move and i watched all of the opportunity of you pass, slip out of my hands. i wasn’t trying very hard to keep you.
She runs where no one can find her. Away from all the hurt, from all the pain. She runs away from the four walls that capture her so tightly in her haunted world. Will anyone notice she’s gone?
i think of all the things ive missed out on. i feel like thats a ridiuclously direct connection to make to the word. i miss be able to draw insight from experiences i miss feeling like i make anything of worth.
I’ve missed the way we talked. The way I’d sit on top of your car wondering what my life will be like in two years. My first cigarette, given to me by you. How I coughed and choked and hated it, but loved it, because it was another memory with you. I’ve missed calling you and crying with you and the way you held me when I had panic attacks. How at night I could smile knowing my best friend would pick me up when I fell apart tomorrow.
She was missed. Missed more than the warm sun on a cold winter day. Like water in the dessert. But there’s no telling where she is now. Lost is her mind I suppose, the scary place that is…
When my little brother left to move to Spain, and another the Alaska, it’s hard to describe how much they would be missed, it was hard to undertstand why they were leaving.
i missed you terriby, she wrote in her letter, but somehow i didn’t. I knew that you were gone, but i couldn’t grasp it, or make myself believe that you woulndn’t be there waiting for me when i got home. your smile, your beautiful laugh.
Even though i missed you , I didn’t , because i couldnt believe that you were gone.
I’ve always missed certain people when I went back to college. It’s strange because sometimes I rarely even talked to them. It’s crazy how the ones who don’t miss us are the ones we always end up missing the most. Funny how things work, huh?
I missed all the times that we could have had. You went off to college just in time for me to realize that I loved you. Once we started getting along, you went off and it became hard to talk to you. and now, I don’t know how to begin again. I’m nervous that we won’t be close once we leave this house and aren’t forced to live together. But i love you big brother.
I’ve always missed you, both of you. This was often the reason I felt I’ve missed things my whole life. The longing for something. Because you were both gone, the essential people of my life, my parents.
to feel missed is the feeling you wish most that you had. everyone wants to be missed. to be missed is to be loved and to be loved is to be complete. the things and people which i have missed have been very few and far between, but essentially they are the most important things and people in my life
I missed you the other day, I wasn’t sure what to do about it,… I waited all day to talk to you, and I kept thinking to myself, I wonder what he is doing… i just wanted to talk to you, you really make me smile… no matter how much i joke around with you just saying that you make me smile.. just know that you REALLY do make me smile… and I’m in this for the long run.
I missed it. I missed the chance to make things right. I missed the bus so to speak and for that I am sorry. I missed that you were hurting, that my words and actions caused you more pain than they did relief for me. I missed it and I can’t go back and fix it.
Someone will be missed. Her name is Nora and she is the closest thing I have to a best friend. I said goodbye to her this morning. Who knows if we’ll be able to stay friends. I hope so. After an hour’s sleep and a lot of crying. I didn’t cry hard till i hugged her goodbye this morning. And took a mental picture.
chances i have missed, all the ideas that went away. all my thoughts i used to have and how i never acted on them. soldiers away from home. troops over seas, ya know. missed. the act of wanted but cannot have…thats what i think. missed. something you’ll never get back.
So many opportunities missed. People so often see such a new and lovely fresh opportunity, but simply passed by. I’m working on seeing awesome opportunities that rarely come, and taking them!
I have missed you so much all week. and now that we get to talk…all i long for is to be with you. I hate being apart from you. Why does it feel like when i say good bye to you it feels like the end of the world?
I’ve missed a lot in life. I’ve missed a lover lost. I’ve missed an opportunity. I have notifications for missed calls. I guess I shouldn’t dwell on the things missed but in the things ahead. I missed someone but at least I had someone to miss.
It was only then, with my heart pounding against my chest so hard that I imagined there would be a comically shaped bruise on my skin the next morning did I realize something.
I missed the mark.
I failed everybody and everybody has failed me.
Screw this. I’m getting a coffee.
I miss you. I miss what we used to be. I miss our future. I miss our past. I miss the times we had. The words you spoke. The way you touched me. The way you said my name. The way you would push the hair from my face to look into my eyes.
How she missed the strong smell of Autumn. The fair leaves falling from the burning trees to the ground below where her father would collect them into piles and turn them into ash. Her favorite time of year.
The love I’ve never really had. I’v never truly loved someone who hasnt been given to me by biology. I long for someone who genuinely wants to be around me and me the same for them. I feel like I’ve missed out on the most part of the human experience.
I knew i missed him the second he walked out the door. But it was too late. What i had said i couldn’t take back and what he had said couldn’t be forgotten either. Their was a pang in my chest that urged me to drop everything and chase him out the door.
Right now you are missed and the distance is suddenly less of a factor than the far away place your head is in right now. You will return one day I know, but it is not a journey that can be forced and I know I got lost when I took it.
Nearly….almost….shit….I tried….barely…..it surprised me…..hard to say….sooooo close…
missed my chance to be a kid. too much responsibility to play. too much to do to have fun. I missed out on that. and it is her fault. her fault for getting sick. her fault for leaving me with her kids. I missed my chance and it is all her fault. and I hate her for it.
I miss you. I miss the feeling of you next to me, your jokes, your smile. your smell. your shirts i would pretend to forget i was wearing so that i could bring them home and smell you. your lips, and the way they fit perfectly against mine. I miss you.
I never thought that you would be someone that would be missed so badly by me. I need you here in my life and you arent there. Everything is changing, everything is falling apart. Why did you leave and why did it all fall apart at the same time? You never gave me a heads up, you just left. You were always there to bring me up. You were my strength, my rock. I want to be someone you miss. I miss you. I need you. I love you. Always.
missed so much, missed something very important even tough it is not very important. i am writing something just to write something. i dont know what ll be in the end. just writing. writing. writing is good.
It was as if I missed something I still had.
I wished for you to leave me, so I had a reason to hurt.
But alas, I was hurting to fulfill my own need to feel pain; my own need to feel alive.
Now that you are gone, I don’t miss you.
I miss the pain.
You are a terrible demon, but you brought out the best in me.
The best of the worst, that is.
I love what a bitter person you have turned me into.
I miss you…you are sorely missed. Today, I look out of the window and thought I saw you but I know you are gone. Gone to a place I can’t see you again. Today, I am going to you grave site to say hello but it really hurts because it is always goodbye. I miss you and wished you were here with us. But, thank you for the lessons and time you spent with us.
Le houx de vos pays
déjà mes darnes lui
de temps accord à
missed you when i missed that bus. i watched it pass and couldn’t bring myself to move and i watched all of the opportunity of you pass, slip out of my hands. i wasn’t trying very hard to keep you.
to be missed is to mean someone cares about you and most likely loves you even if they won’t admit it.
She runs where no one can find her. Away from all the hurt, from all the pain. She runs away from the four walls that capture her so tightly in her haunted world. Will anyone notice she’s gone?
i think of all the things ive missed out on. i feel like thats a ridiuclously direct connection to make to the word. i miss be able to draw insight from experiences i miss feeling like i make anything of worth.
I’ve missed the way we talked. The way I’d sit on top of your car wondering what my life will be like in two years. My first cigarette, given to me by you. How I coughed and choked and hated it, but loved it, because it was another memory with you. I’ve missed calling you and crying with you and the way you held me when I had panic attacks. How at night I could smile knowing my best friend would pick me up when I fell apart tomorrow.
I’ve had a lot of hit and misses.
But lately, I have to thank God.
I’ve been hitting the bullseye.
She was missed. Missed more than the warm sun on a cold winter day. Like water in the dessert. But there’s no telling where she is now. Lost is her mind I suppose, the scary place that is…
She lifted the heavy ball
Weighing it gently in her hands
I stared at her from across the yard
As she struggled to pick up and throw the softball
When my little brother left to move to Spain, and another the Alaska, it’s hard to describe how much they would be missed, it was hard to undertstand why they were leaving.
i missed you terriby, she wrote in her letter, but somehow i didn’t. I knew that you were gone, but i couldn’t grasp it, or make myself believe that you woulndn’t be there waiting for me when i got home. your smile, your beautiful laugh.
Even though i missed you , I didn’t , because i couldnt believe that you were gone.
well now i have grasped it.
I’ve always missed certain people when I went back to college. It’s strange because sometimes I rarely even talked to them. It’s crazy how the ones who don’t miss us are the ones we always end up missing the most. Funny how things work, huh?
I missed all the times that we could have had. You went off to college just in time for me to realize that I loved you. Once we started getting along, you went off and it became hard to talk to you. and now, I don’t know how to begin again. I’m nervous that we won’t be close once we leave this house and aren’t forced to live together. But i love you big brother.
I’ve always missed you, both of you. This was often the reason I felt I’ve missed things my whole life. The longing for something. Because you were both gone, the essential people of my life, my parents.
I thikn about peolple that ive meet and i love all the day, i really care about them, but sometimes i missed the fact that they maybe doing the same
longing, wanting back what you once had. not achieving, missed opportunity an missed experience pain regret sadness
to feel missed is the feeling you wish most that you had. everyone wants to be missed. to be missed is to be loved and to be loved is to be complete. the things and people which i have missed have been very few and far between, but essentially they are the most important things and people in my life
I missed you the other day, I wasn’t sure what to do about it,… I waited all day to talk to you, and I kept thinking to myself, I wonder what he is doing… i just wanted to talk to you, you really make me smile… no matter how much i joke around with you just saying that you make me smile.. just know that you REALLY do make me smile… and I’m in this for the long run.
I missed it. I missed the chance to make things right. I missed the bus so to speak and for that I am sorry. I missed that you were hurting, that my words and actions caused you more pain than they did relief for me. I missed it and I can’t go back and fix it.
things lost, things you never had, things you didn’t know you had, people you didn’t know you had, regret takes over and you’ve missed it.
Someone will be missed. Her name is Nora and she is the closest thing I have to a best friend. I said goodbye to her this morning. Who knows if we’ll be able to stay friends. I hope so. After an hour’s sleep and a lot of crying. I didn’t cry hard till i hugged her goodbye this morning. And took a mental picture.
they were best friends. they spent every day together, and had so many inside jokes. but then he moved, and to her, he was only one thing… missed:/
chances i have missed, all the ideas that went away. all my thoughts i used to have and how i never acted on them. soldiers away from home. troops over seas, ya know. missed. the act of wanted but cannot have…thats what i think. missed. something you’ll never get back.
So many opportunities missed. People so often see such a new and lovely fresh opportunity, but simply passed by. I’m working on seeing awesome opportunities that rarely come, and taking them!
Missed opportunities, missed buses. I will take a different route.