Random Ramblings discussion

(Am I allowed to pop in here...?)

I'd never really missed anyone until my brother Austin (ten years older) left for college. I had lived 8 years with him and then he was gone. And I realized. I missed maybe not him as a person, but what he did for me. Our chats, our "adventures" to the grocery two hours past my bedtime, whatever.

I think missing someone is different for everyone. And I think it changes for each circumstance, like most emotions.

Missing Austin wasn't prominent. Once in a while I'd be like "Man. I really wish I could go get ice cream with him like we used to." And it was excitement for when he returned home. But it was never really an ache.

Now I know someone who I talk to a lot. And I've realized that missing him-it leaves me empty. It is an ache. Days without him are boring and tired. He has the potential to make things wonderful or to put things down. When he's gone it's like part of me has gone into storage. And that, too, is missing someone, I think.

I dunno. Sorry to ramble on your page, yo. You just triggered a lot of thoughts.

Huh. I'm actually really interested to see if you ever experience missing someone you know will come back...

What on earth do you mean by that?