“If you miss me. you can’t text, you can’t email, you can’t post it on my Facebook wall. If you really miss me, you come and see me.”
I hate how disconnected I’ve become in a world that is about staying “connected” in this digital age. But here’s the truth, those pixels, those words are never going to compare to seeing someone face to face. Sometimes, life gets in the way. That’s understandable. But if you really miss someone, and the opportunity arose, wouldn’t you take it? Even if it were for just a few minutes.
I remember in August, sitting around a bonfire, realizing that that was our last night before we became college students, that that was the last time we were all “together”. He said something that upset me, “What if…things aren’t going to be like this when we are all together again?” or something along those lines. I openly showed my disapproval, and he pushed me making me lose balance and fall onto the ground. I think about this a lot. About what he meant, and about how he held some truth in his words. Things aren’t the same, at least, as people we aren’t the same. When I say that “I miss you”, things don’t feel the same. But when I see you, there’s no mistaking that some things haven’t changed. We’ve grown a little older now. A little more mature. But when I know that there is a chance that we’ll get to see each other, I get a little excited because there’s nowhere I’d rather be than enjoying each other’s company.