I think the thing about missing someone is that it's not
You can go without thinking about them for days, weeks, months,
years. Then all it takes is a familiar smell, or picking up one
of their shirts from a clean basket of laundry, or just reading
the right sentence in a book you only recently started. Missing
someone can hit you so suddenly that you're left reeling and
disoriented, as if you've been abandoned, except when you
look around, you're in a place you've been many times
before. It can hurt, right in the center of your stomach like
you've swallowed your weight in regret. Or it can be as small
as a buzz right by your ear that you take only a second to
acknowledge before you swat it away.
What I know is that missing someone is humbling: it causes
you to admit that you are not a solitary force, in this world.
When I say "I miss you," I'm saying that I've
discovered a moment in my life where your absence was evident.
I'm admitting that I can't do certain things without
thinking about you, and who you are, and the memories we have.
And while I'm made to believe I should apologize for that.. I
won't. I miss you. It's that simple.