This morning I wrote your name in the steam on my mirror, even though I knew it would fade within minutes
In my best notebook I wrote “I miss you” ten thousand times.
I wrote “I think I am missing one of my ribs”
I wrote “I envy the way leaves know exactly when to fall from the branches and when to come back in the spring”
I wrote “Everyone else isn’t you. It turns out that’s a huge problem for me.”
-Clementine Von Radics
I find missing someone I love to be terribly painful. I’ve had so much practice at it in my life, you think I’d be excellent at it by now. It makes me think of the Masai. The Maasai are a tribe of people who live in parts of Tanzania and Kenya and are known as tall and fierce warriors. They say that a Masai warrior dies if locked up in prison. They are not able to imagine that this condition wouldn’t last forever. They neither live in the future nor in the past. The Masai only live in the present. Like the Masai, I have difficulty imaging that the missing won’t last forever. Maybe I’ll never see them again. Maybe anything…
I love the line “everyone else isn’t you”. I’m so glad to know that I’m not the only one who thinks that way. 🙂
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