The amount of adjectives swirling in my head around confuse me in my actual presence. People would say that there wouldn't be much to talk about when you miss someone. "You just miss that special someone and that hurts", they would say. Is it really that simple? After a short trip over the holidays, I lost myself. And I lost it when I came home again. To put it another way, I was feeling empowered and involved at that place, like a whole new world started for me. Provided that the reason for these feelings is not the place, it's the people.
With this in my mind, I feel the most tearful but also selfish person. If I had the chance to go back, I would always return. Even though that means to me I'd have to leave everything and everyone behind. I know the road is long, but every road leads to where my heart belongs, right? So it's not about the distance. Basically, that's what I meant by missing someone. I feel like I'm waiting in an infinite line while I'm the only person who's in a hurry. Yet the feeling of missing someone catches my breath away from day to day.
Apart from this, now we're back to the beginning, with the huge amount of adjectives. I wonder if the person I miss cares as much about me as I do for him. You should always keep that in mind. Though some people have the argument: "Either way, it's not worth it." To me, no matter how far you go for a person or how much it hurts to miss them, it's always worth it for you. I strongly believe that finding yourself is the unknown goal we all miss some day. And I can only figure that out if I return and leave everything behind. How about that?
