Seemingly every time I randomly start crying, my parents come into my room and offer me delicious food. They don’t even know, they just do it without knowing what just happened.
What can I say? Some tears heal wounds, mine summons food.
It’s important to appreciate the small things. Like a little while a go, I was about to take my plate out to the kitchen after eating crumpets, when I saw there was a crumpet still left over on my plate. I don’t know why but that was the happiest I’ve felt all day. It’s not that I’ve had a participially bad day, but that small somewhat meaningless thing was a little surprised that somehow brightened my day more than some would believe.
If you were to hold someone underwater, near to the point of drowning, the desire and pure desperation for air that they felt the second before they went unconscious, I think that feeling would be pretty similar to how much I miss you.