I only miss people really badly right before they leave. The anticipation of not seeing them triggers a wave of nostalgia before the actual passage of time.
But the second they're gone, I feel nothing. Out of mind, out of sight. Of course I occasionally think about how it'd be nice to meet up again, but none of the aching sadness that truly warrants an I miss you. Is that horrible to say? I feel like a robot.
Sent from my iPhone
No comments:
Post a Comment