It’s that overwhelmingly confusing feeling you receive when you see a couple holding hands. As they walk by, their hands intertwined, their worlds linked, and their love delicately woven into one another. You get that sense of joy, that “aww” moment, that moment where you can truly be happy for two people whom you’ve never met. But… It fades. It fades as you glance at your own hands, hands that are empty in comparison, lacking in the completeness that has just passed you by. It’s overwhelming going from high to low, going from endless potential to vales of emptiness. So you sit there, for a moment, partially content and glad for the reminder, then you’re envious and saddened by the sudden realization of what you lack. Your hands are cold and that overwhelmingly feeling of loneliness finds you.
It’s all very overwhelming.
I know you won’t see this, but I miss you.