I miss you. 

How often have you said to someone that you miss them? How often have you said to someone that they mean the world to you?

How often you make yourself realize that life must go on, no matter what?

I am here.

“The things I want are scattered somewhere in different corners. The things the way that I want isn’t possible.” This is a melodrama we keep doing way too often.

We often forget the fact that we don’t really know what we want. Even if you think you do, you don’t know how to handle it if given to you.

When you say I miss you, ask yourself, what is that you miss? The feeling of owning it or its absence?

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