inlikewithyou
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.
Often in life, we want to repeat the most pleasurable things. The problem with this, is what if we could? How bored would we be. Think of it as this, if all we know was good, would we even know it was 'good'?