Someday, you will miss me.
Someone once told me that they don't miss people. And I thought, interesting, I don't miss people that much either. All I have to do is write about them and then I'll be able to let them go because I'll still have this little piece of their existence and I can feel thankful that I at least got the chance to have them be a part of my life.
But, I wonder when I'll no longer be content with just that. I wonder when I'll start getting greedier and I wonder when I'll finally meet someone that I desperately try to cling on to. Alas, I have yet to encounter such a person. So for now, to that someone that told me that they don't miss people, all I can really say is good bye. It was nice knowing you. I tried to help you but I don't know how. Maybe if I knew that you were lying to yourself about missing people I wouldn't give up so easily.
But, I wonder when I'll no longer be content with just that. I wonder when I'll start getting greedier and I wonder when I'll finally meet someone that I desperately try to cling on to. Alas, I have yet to encounter such a person. So for now, to that someone that told me that they don't miss people, all I can really say is good bye. It was nice knowing you. I tried to help you but I don't know how. Maybe if I knew that you were lying to yourself about missing people I wouldn't give up so easily.