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Missing You

"We Miss You."

Just those three little words from, of all places, the History Channel, really got to me. Apparently, long ago, I'd signed-up with them online, or purchased something from them, or who knows what? At any rate, it's been eons since I last visited their page (of that, I am sure), and so they sent an e-mail to me yesterday with those three words being the first part of the subject line.

I'm a people person. It's a cliche, however, very true in my case. I tend to do better when in the company of good people whose presence I enjoy. Rightly or wrongly, my days can be made better or worse by those whom I converse with, what we discuss, how they react to me, and the vibe they're putting off. Whether it be a close friend distant friend, relative or loved one, I appreciate it when I hear from you, or, better yet, get to spend time with you.

At times, being away from someone can cause me to sincerely miss their presence, or even their simple contact via text or e-mail. On occasion, I may remark to them, 'You know, I missed you.' Unfortunately, I'm not sure I've ever had that phrase returned with the four words that would be so wonderful to hear: 'I missed you, too.'  (The exception being Ashley, but he and I are rarely apart for very long)

A typical response to the 'I missed you' line is often a chuckle, or an explanation of where they've been or what they've been doing, or a joke. Something, anything, but 'I missed you, too.'  It may not hit me right away, but eventually it does. They didn't miss me. My absence really has no impact upon someone.

Perhaps people are busy with their own lives. Maybe, much like Sweet Brown, they ain't got time fo dat. Missing people is a luxury folks just can't afford. I don't know. It's not like I do nothing. I have a life, a job, a relationship, responsibilities, etc., yet I notice an emotional hole if there's a lack of certain people around.

At least one place missed me: The History Channel. That's pretty sad.


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