To Miss Is To...

...long. To long for something you sometimes don't even know. And if you do know, to miss is to endure an endless series of punctures to the heart. To walk around with them like wounds of a battle - the battle of loving someone so much that their absence cultivates pain and heartache deep within the deepest corners of your soul.

To miss.
To miss is to spend every waking hour trying to picture a world where that person still exists. A utopia for you would not exist of anything but that one person and an eternity to spend with them.

To miss.
To miss is to look to the future with a bitter eye and to the past with nostalgic regret. To be both happy and angry simultaneously for you got to experience the greatness of that person, only to have it snatched out from underneath you and to face the painful realization that, once again, you probably just weren't, and never will be, good enough to have been in the presence of that person forever. You just didn't deserve it.

To miss.
To miss is to wonder 'what if'. What if they were here right now? What would they say? How would they react? What if I didn't have to be forever tarnished by the pain of losing them? How would I be different? Would I have done what I have done? To miss is to wonder and to question and to be forever destined to a life of endless curiosity.

To miss.
To miss is to confine yourself to a life of memories. Living in the sepia-coloured past. Living in black in white. Living in what was and what could never be.

However.

To miss is to have loved and that, my friend, is worth it all.