I'll be honest. I miss him. Sure, I know it;s ridiculous and preposterous. One could even claim that it's impossible to miss someone you've never met, but I can;t lie and say I don't notice his absence. It's nothing so dramatic as to say that my world has lost its color, or my existence no longer has purpose, but it us there all the same. Like a single pixel missing from a beautiful picture, it seems as though it's no big deal, but the picture is never quite as great as it once was. The rest of the picture may still be admired and enjoyed, the world does not stop, but some part of the mind will always wonder exactly what it missed out on. What was supposed to be? What could have been? Would the picture have been all the more perfect, or maybe even a little worse, had the piece been finished?
If pictures aren't your thing, then imagine with me a morning stroll through a lightly wooded area. The sunshine lights the trees, the path before, even the air itself seems bright. A gentle breeze swirls around you, setting the perfect temperature so that you may stay warm without overheating. It runs its fingers through the branches of the trees, the light rustle of leaves follows in its wake. Everything seems perfect, but there are no animals. No chirping of birds, no pretty flitting of butterfly wings, nothing. Sure, the walk is still peaceful and beautiful, but the silence taints the experience just the slightest bit. So, you whistle, hoping to fill up the emptiness, but it only sounds creepy as the sounds s absorbed into the listening trees.You wonder, where did they go? Did something scare then off? Are they afraid of me?
Maybe I'm reading too far into this. Maybe I'm romanticizing the whole experience. Maybe it's nothing more than this bothersome emptiness that nags at me while I stare at this blasted Physics book and try to do homework I've had for a week. Maybe it's the little niggling in my mind that has me opening and closing the same tab on my browser window, hoping he's there. Maybe it's the little push that made me write this instead of a memoir or personal essay for Creative Writing. Maybe it's that sporadic and annoyed scratching of the head, shifting of position, sighing and glancing at the computer that shows me the same, steady blankness as I saw the last time I looked four minutes ago.
Missing someone is annoying. Missing someone is inconvenient. Missing someone is stupid.
The fact remains that I miss him.
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UPDATE:
Ask and you shall receive. He e-mailed me while I was writing this. XD I just thought that was funny. See, being whiny CAN get you places.
Disclainer: That's not true. No one likes whiny people unless they are also hilarious. =P
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