Miss someone until they come back, or until
you come back, until their absence in your life becomes something to be
avoided at all costs. Miss them until you don’t have to anymore, until
you’re reunited in your favorite booth in your favorite restaurant
ordering your favorite meal, miss them until it feels like you never
left. Or miss them until you can’t anymore, until the things you miss
are identified and cataloged as things and not a person, until you
figure out that easy company and long talks and unblinking, all-knowing
eye contact will find you again the way they found you the first time.
Miss someone until you don’t.
— Stephanie Georgopulus
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