And when I asked you how you'd been I meant I missed you more than I've ever missed anything before.
Friday, May 8, 2009
The Translation Service
And when I asked you how you'd been I meant I missed you more than I've ever missed anything before.
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Know THAT feeling.
Know THIS feeling.
I know this feeling too well..
i AM this feeling now.
I hope that's how he really feels.
I miss him so much, it hurts. Wish we could be together in the same country...
And when you have said that, you'll look at him like almost in hunger.
And wonder if he ever think of you in the way you always do think of him.
I know. And I'm sorry. How'd you been?
I HATE this feeling.
Just did that yesterday..
i wish you knew how i really feel.
ugh. that is SO true.
this is so true, i know this feeling too well
thank you for your words
i love you :)
...The thing is: you knew.
Because you answered with "I miss you too."
but did you really have a translation service? did you understand?
Did you know that you wear your heart on your sleeves?
he did say he missed me. but i wonder if he did the way i missed him.
and once upon a time you would have seen through me, but we're not on the same frequency anymore
It's always people writing about hoping guys feel like this. Some of us do, but we doubt girls really feel like that.
goddamit. just when i thought the tears were finally done.
Thank you.Now I feel fantastic. I hadn't felt so before you asked me how I'd been.
Just please read between the lines of all that we've said and done for each other. It's crystal clear.
I miss you all.
Come back.
Please?
each time i read any of these anonymous comments i kinda wish that one of them is you.
How have you been?
I know this feeling all too well... And those are the words that are always taken at face value.
The best feeling in the world, is also the worst. Waiting is killing me. Please make up your mind.
I wonder if you knew this was what I meant.
I wonder if this is what you meant.
wow, this blog is amazing just wanted to say that first off. Secondly i know this feeling too. When you want to say so much but just dont know how.
what a familiar feeling...
... did you know that this is exactly what I meant? but something inside of me can no longer trust what it is inside of you...
why did you do that to us? now i cant sleep.
=(.
Pretty powerful stuff...you got going on here.
I miss you Kat.. Wish we can be together.. and maybe perhaps.. give me a chance.. i love you.
sometimes i wonder why people don't just say that. and if they look you in the eye and it gets awkward, you can away feeling like you did what you could. and if anything, the other person would atleast know they are loved.
We finally found each other. We must have been in love with each other for a long time. And then you had to leave. I cried A LOT. You were the first boy I ever cried about in all my 27 years. And we missed each other across millions of miles even though we were not allowed to say it and because you could not speak from the heart. And in so doing, we destroyed an amazing friendship and relationship. Then you came back and sought me out again.And that inability to express yourself became an issue again. And then you hurt me again. But this time I was not sad but angry.And now we are so far apart even though we live in the same city, less than 5km from each other. Yet, I know you miss me as much as I miss you. Even though you can't say it out loud. And I know I have not seen the last of you. But are you 'the one' and are we just not ready for each other? Or do I just miss you because I miss my friend? I miss you but I won't let you know. Not this time.
i'm sorry things didn't work out, i'm still not sure what went wrong.
when i think of you now, i imagine that you've moved on, unaffected. but just in case i'm wrong...
i miss you. more than ever before.
to you. from me.
I miss you too. But you mostly miss her.
Somehow "I miss you" is harder than saying "I love you". You have to love in order to miss, and in order to miss, you have to lose.
I'm always missing you. Every hour, every minute, every second of every day I don't see you.
This is my favourite post of all time.
Please tell me this didn't happen, but that you just built off this beautiful poem.
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