You might be missed more often than you think. I have thought of you a couple of times this week in light of some of the things you’ve posted here, and I don’t even know you! :-)
Being missed is being important for the others. Beings missed and missing.
Yes, I think you realize you’re in love with someone when you start missing them.
I think we all want people to miss us. Not necessarily because we miss those people, but if they miss us it signifies that we’ve made an impact in the lives of others.
I often go back and read the comments written in my yearbooks from all four years of high school and wonder if those people still recognize me as a major, or even minor, impacting force in their lives.
i’ve met new people and its been so long since it all ended, but i still can’t understand why my heart has never been able to get over her. i can’t help but wonder if she catches herself thinking of me the same way i catch myself thinking about her. i wonder if i left as much of a mark on her as she did on me.
i guess it is time to email her back then, if only to let my heart rest another day, keep it beating another hour. She keeps asking me how am I, the last polyphony in the line, asks whether there was something else.
Distance brings the truth to the stretching surface, the realization that there was something else, or none at all, or the mind believed what the heart remembered, or the burying of dreams, their beliefs stabbed clean through in judgment.
There are things in life I miss, but I find this emotion weak, distracting. I do not expect this from others. In fact, it makes me uncomfortable when people admit it.
Do not miss me. Use me while you have me, but do not regret not having me for your games all the time.
No. Hoping in that manner leaves a lot of room for expectations, disappointment, pain or feigned emotions.
For me to hope that someone misses me – for someone to affect me that much – just means that that someone has been allowed to enter my inner sphere – my inner sanctum.
Herein comes the irony…
I am totally, definitely, supernaturally, unnaturally unassuming when it comes to people who are important to me.
I am naturally perceptive, so aware of this thing, I make extra, extra effort to douse my perception with a healthy amount of logic – sometimes pretty much so that I ignore my sensitivities, sensibilities and gut feel, just to make sure I am not using any advantages to work in my favor.
This default mode of dealing with things and situations become preternaturally high when it comes to people I value. I suspend everything – my radar, my what-nots, everything – so I can let the person be who he or she is (including who he or she wants to be) before my very eyes.
This is how I define respect. Accepting the person for what he or she really is. Allowing one’s self to suspend judgment, allowing one’s self to be enthralled and be caught in abject wonder, annoyance, amazement, love, anger and all the mixed emotions brought about by that person – free of prejudice, formed conception… and yes that extremely high level of perception.
I forget me (myself), when I’m with a person I value… It’s not because I value myself less but it’s because I fully well know what I’m worth (and find posturing or image-projection as childish – an elementary need of self-and-others-assurance)
Most importantly… it’s because I wanna value the person more than what he or she is already worth during that particular moment.
I wanna know the person more.
I wanna know him beyond the confines of his situations – past or present.
I wanna see how he is… how he’d act devoid of perceived expectations.
Usually I’m too lenient with people because i wanna know the real person and how that inner being would act without a leash, without boundaries set, without limitations,without expectations.
and yes, i do notice the minutest of details.
Purviews, macro or micro, though, do not deter me from accepting the person. As long as he’s ready to accept himself. As long as he takes stock of his limitations or limitless capacities.
As long as he knows himself fully well will he know what boundaries he should set on his own, without anybody aiding him.
He would not have the need to impress anyone.. or be impressed by anyone.
He will act on his own, free of anybody else’s reins – socially or intellectually stamped on him.
Only thru this way i believe would I know the real gem of a person… his or her real character…
Stars shine brightest in the dark.
A diamond more so in the coal mines.
If he’s gonna shine brightest somewhere else and not with me, so be it.
He doesn’t need to miss me just because I miss him.
You dont have to be missed to make your mark on someone,some of the people that affected me the most i dont miss,i’ve made peace with them not being there,and thats bliss like.Just another little dab of colour on the painting of “you”
every day since I left him
I always hope that people miss me…
Ever since the holidays started.
I always hope I’ll be missed but seldom am.
Usually, they don’t even notice.
I could drop off the planet and not create even a ripple.
Sobering thought.
i try not to think that
Not even a ripple? Come now.
You might be missed more often than you think. I have thought of you a couple of times this week in light of some of the things you’ve posted here, and I don’t even know you! :-)
Everyday.
All the time.
Being missed is being important for the others. Beings missed and missing.
Yes, I think you realize you’re in love with someone when you start missing them.
Every hour of my life, I miss the man I had my mind set to marry
but now he has someone else
and there is no hope
Oh dear. How long ago was the break up?
I think we all want people to miss us. Not necessarily because we miss those people, but if they miss us it signifies that we’ve made an impact in the lives of others.
I often go back and read the comments written in my yearbooks from all four years of high school and wonder if those people still recognize me as a major, or even minor, impacting force in their lives.
Yes, but I feel selfish for thinking it. I hope she has forgotten all about me if such a thing were possible.
i’ve met new people and its been so long since it all ended, but i still can’t understand why my heart has never been able to get over her. i can’t help but wonder if she catches herself thinking of me the same way i catch myself thinking about her. i wonder if i left as much of a mark on her as she did on me.
If you don’t mind sharing, how long ago since it ended?
i guess it is time to email her back then, if only to let my heart rest another day, keep it beating another hour. She keeps asking me how am I, the last polyphony in the line, asks whether there was something else.
Distance brings the truth to the stretching surface, the realization that there was something else, or none at all, or the mind believed what the heart remembered, or the burying of dreams, their beliefs stabbed clean through in judgment.
[the bow-tie landed on a nerve]
(and I’m sure it’s ‘they’)
no. i should not have emailed her. should not have.
Alas.
a bow-tie, like an infinity of disapointments.
I hope that he misses me, but I also assume that he does. He knows I loved him with all of my heart.
You disappeared off the face of the Earth. Days I couldn’t breathe for lack of you.
Then you came back and I was saved.
I missed you.
I miss you when you’re away.
Don’t ever feel like you need to disappear because you’re worth so much more than that.
I love you.
i miss you right now.
i miss the clouds in your eyes;
the smell of your skin
delicate way you touch my hair
and kiss my lips.
That’s it. I’m having a sex change.
I hope he misses me as much as I miss him. The house isn’t the same without him around.
Miss me. It means I matter.
Yes. This.
Don’t miss me for what I do, the things I handle or take care of.
Miss me for who I am. Miss me because I’m me.
Please.
There are things in life I miss, but I find this emotion weak, distracting. I do not expect this from others. In fact, it makes me uncomfortable when people admit it.
Do not miss me. Use me while you have me, but do not regret not having me for your games all the time.
I’ve got needs of my own after all.
Have you ever hoped someone missed you??
No. Hoping in that manner leaves a lot of room for expectations, disappointment, pain or feigned emotions.
For me to hope that someone misses me – for someone to affect me that much – just means that that someone has been allowed to enter my inner sphere – my inner sanctum.
Herein comes the irony…
I am totally, definitely, supernaturally, unnaturally unassuming when it comes to people who are important to me.
I am naturally perceptive, so aware of this thing, I make extra, extra effort to douse my perception with a healthy amount of logic – sometimes pretty much so that I ignore my sensitivities, sensibilities and gut feel, just to make sure I am not using any advantages to work in my favor.
This default mode of dealing with things and situations become preternaturally high when it comes to people I value. I suspend everything – my radar, my what-nots, everything – so I can let the person be who he or she is (including who he or she wants to be) before my very eyes.
This is how I define respect. Accepting the person for what he or she really is. Allowing one’s self to suspend judgment, allowing one’s self to be enthralled and be caught in abject wonder, annoyance, amazement, love, anger and all the mixed emotions brought about by that person – free of prejudice, formed conception… and yes that extremely high level of perception.
I forget me (myself), when I’m with a person I value… It’s not because I value myself less but it’s because I fully well know what I’m worth (and find posturing or image-projection as childish – an elementary need of self-and-others-assurance)
Most importantly… it’s because I wanna value the person more than what he or she is already worth during that particular moment.
I wanna know the person more.
I wanna know him beyond the confines of his situations – past or present.
I wanna see how he is… how he’d act devoid of perceived expectations.
Usually I’m too lenient with people because i wanna know the real person and how that inner being would act without a leash, without boundaries set, without limitations,without expectations.
and yes, i do notice the minutest of details.
Purviews, macro or micro, though, do not deter me from accepting the person. As long as he’s ready to accept himself. As long as he takes stock of his limitations or limitless capacities.
As long as he knows himself fully well will he know what boundaries he should set on his own, without anybody aiding him.
He would not have the need to impress anyone.. or be impressed by anyone.
He will act on his own, free of anybody else’s reins – socially or intellectually stamped on him.
Only thru this way i believe would I know the real gem of a person… his or her real character…
Stars shine brightest in the dark.
A diamond more so in the coal mines.
If he’s gonna shine brightest somewhere else and not with me, so be it.
He doesn’t need to miss me just because I miss him.
i love and miss and no one knows
You dont have to be missed to make your mark on someone,some of the people that affected me the most i dont miss,i’ve made peace with them not being there,and thats bliss like.Just another little dab of colour on the painting of “you”