Missing someone...

More people than you’d expect
came in talking about someone they missed.

The more I asked,
the clearer it became.
They didn’t miss the person.

They missed
how they felt
when they were with them.

Happy.
Less guarded.
More themselves.

When that version of you
only exists around one person,

that’s not love.

That’s dependency.

Some of them were ready to disappear.
Not because of the person.

Because they didn’t know that version of themselves
could exist without them.

It still can.

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