Missing Someone

I just read an article from peyups.com's In A Rage column. It talks about the three words "I Miss You." That got me thinking. Why do we miss people? Why do we constantly remind ourselves of past emotions and almost forgotten memories? Why do we feel that longing whenever a semblance of remembering comes about unknowingly?

No, I don't think I'll be able to answer any of the questions I've been asking myself for the past 2 hours now. I cannot fathom the meaning of those three words.

It is raw yet sensible. It is sung by the greatest poet and scorned by the unholiest prisoner. It is good, yet bad. It is a solemn promise and a broken promise both at the same time. How can three simple words bring about so much different instances and facets? How?

Someone who used to tell me he misses me would often get a barrage of explanation as to why he CAN'T miss me at all...I would tell him that he can't miss something that he never had. That he can never miss someone who he's never been with. That it can't be anything but plain simple pambobola. He stopped after several more instances. Now, I just want to tell him that I want to take everything back. Because this time around, I'm the one who's missing him. Terribly so.

My days are always greeted by simple yet profound greetings and sweet nothings. Sometimes, when the day started out bad, I am greeted by several mournful excuses, still there's someone who greets me come 5 PM every single day...Now I found him gone. My world seems a bit darker. My shift seems a bit longer. My feelings are nothing more than a simple valediction that he was right, you can miss someone even when you've never had the chance to have to person for yourself. How stupid can I get? Stupid enough to miss someone who's not mine maybe? There you go.