How can I miss you when I barely know you?
It's traumatizing and somehow laughable.
I have no memory what-so-ever about you.
I only know your face from photographs. I have no recollection of your voice. I know nothing about the way your touch feels.
Yet here I am, tearing up because I don't know all of these things.
I remember your kindness, your fun personality, your love. I see it in those you affected most.
They, whole, make you.
And GOD I want to meet you.
Yes. I will say it out loud. Out on the open.
I miss you. You who I never saw, but know is close to me.
I so selfishly want to close my eyes, and open them to the sight of you. Is that wrong? It is.
I know that day will come, but nobody likes waiting, right?
I will say it a hundred times, over and over and over again.
I miss you.
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Short Story(Really) Short stories that some of us pass by in real life. These stories are made for comments. For seeing how everyone cope with them. These stories are for giving advice. For telling you that you're not alone.
