The worst feeling in the world is missing someone. Like genuinely missing them
The worst feeling in the world is missing someone. Like genuinely missing them, and their existence. It just makes your chest feel heavy and you can’t help but continuously cry knowing that they’re gone for good. You can’t help but hurt over the fact that you will never see their face in a crowd again, you will never share anything with them again from a bed to a hug or a drink or a laugh. Nothing. Then you realize how lonely you are because you realize it’s real after so long, you start to understand that they’re not coming back no matter how hard you cry and beg for them to show up at your door step, saying it was all a joke. No matter how hard you pinch yourself, you won’t wake up from this nightmare, you won’t wake up with them next to you, telling you it’s okay, everything will be fine. It just doesn’t work like that. You want to break things, you want to scream as loud as you can, you want to just just off some great height and let the wind take over you. You just want to let go of all your thoughts, and you just want to stop missing them, you just can’t stand the pain any more. It just becomes too much to handle, and then you realize you aren’t yourself any more. You realize how brutally horrible it is to love something that death can touch and will take away from you. It’s the number one, worst feeling ever.