Missing Someone [as a hopeless romantic]
What a delightful experience it is to miss someone.
You're perfectly content, minding your business, and suddenly—BAM—you remember that person exists, and now you feel like someone just punched you in the chest. It's an odd combination of longing and frustration, like, "Hey, I'm doing great. But also, where are you and why aren't you here right now?"
It's not even that they're gone and you can't handle it—oh no, no, no. You're totally fine. You're an independent person. You don't need anyone. You can live a whole life without them. But also, why does the world feel so small?
Then there's the inevitable overthinking. Oh, that wonderful mental gymnastics of wondering if they miss you too. Do they think about you when they wake up? Do they replay your conversations in their mind like you do? Like that one time they called you just to ask about your day—and you spent the next two hours replaying the conversation in your head like it was some deep, meaningful scene from a movie or book.
And don't even get me started on the memories. The mind is a treacherous place, isn't it? Suddenly, everything you did together becomes a nostalgic highlight reel. You remember the sound of their laugh, the stupid way they pronounce certain words (it was adorable, okay?)—all the little things that make you want to punch a pillow out of frustration because, really? You're missing someone because of how annoyingly charming they were? Fantastic.
Now, the real question comes: Should you text them? Is it too soon? Too late? Should you send them a meme to remind them how hilarious you are? Should you send them a message that says, "Hey, I miss you," without sounding like a total weirdo who has way too much time on their hands? Nah, we're too cool for that. You don't need validation, right? You can just carry on with your day like the grown-up kid you are. But oh wait, you're texting them anyway. Maybe a meme that you said you found while surfing the browser (when in fact, you searched for it), because memes are totally how you convey deep emotional connections. Right?
So, then, what do you do with all this missing? You do what any reasonable person would do: distract yourself with Netflix, eat something unhealthy, and repeat the cycle over and over again until your brain hurts. And yet, at the end of the day, you miss them. Not because you're a sentimental mess (okay, maybe a little bit), but because, somewhere deep down, you know life is just a tiny bit better when they're around. You've come to the conclusion that life can be full without them, but it's a little more fun when they're there to make it just a little bit chaotic.
Missing someone messes up our mind. And yet we can't help it. It's a state of being we never asked for, but it is what it is, right? Can't do anything about it.
