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Missing someone isn’t just an emotion, it’s physical. That empty feeling in your chest when someone mentions their name. The beating of your heart when you think you see them in a public space, and the lump in your throat when you realize it’s not them. Missing someone is a sickness, a disease, and the worst part is that the person you miss might refuse to be the cure.

You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.

“I’m old school, I still like flowers and real dates.”

Once you lose someone, it is never exactly the same person who comes back.

Volim sve što me veže za prošlost, barem me na trenutak sjeti što je sreća i koliko sam bila sretna.