Someone told me: "I miss you, Rachel"
And I looked back and smiled a sweet, tiring, understanding, pitying one
"no, dear, you don't miss me, you just simply start thinking of me a few second ago"
and... so many people do not see the difference... between missing and thinking of.
When you miss someone, it's a permanent ache, a pain that eating you up - every minute, every hour of your conscious existence, you long for the presence of that particular person/object/feeling
but when you think of someone, it's just for a sec, a moment, a quiet period - and they all, fast or slow, fade away, like clouds on the sky. You function well, without that person/object/feeling. It's a plus to your life, not a must.
so make up your mind... wouldn't it be nice to say things, as you mean it, not just for the sake of saying it, as if you mean it.
I knew the difference now, I knew it now, because back then when grandma was alive, I thought of her every now and then but now that she is eternally gone...
I miss her every single second, every single minute, every single passing hour...
...and somewhat this is killing me inside
