And I missed him the second he left, and that was strange to me, because I missed him as if I would never see him again. Even though I knew he’d be back. And to me, missing people isn’t about how far away you are from eachother, or when you’ll see eachother next. It’s about that moment when you think about how much better it would be if the other person were there. This makes me sad, because I feel like I’ve been missing more in the past few days than most people do in their whole lives.