ay, aq kangen.
honey, i miss you.
cherie, tu me manques.
kang, abdi sono.
schatje, ik mis je.
they are all different languages, but they convey the same message.
And today, I woke up and feeling that particular little tingling thing.
God, i miss you.
For what, I don’t know.
We argue a lot. But it’s ok.
not every argument is bad.
and also not every argument is good, in the sense of they do not leave me with a better understanding of you.
or just a happy feeling of manage to discuss about one important topic.
but again, it always nice to talk to you.
I just read a book about how this girl feels about his long distance boyfriend.
Said how the guy is going away, and he says it in a very casual way, and she’s happy for him but still she is sad because of the would-be separation.
about how she doesn’t want to linger all day long missing him and feel the urge to move on quickly.
I can relate to that.
prove that you are not alone is everywhere. You just have to look.
sometimes it could be an article in the paper.
a long-lost line in an abandon novel.
casual sentence of a friend.
smile from a stranger.
or perhaps some odd post in a stranger’s blog.