What it feels like to miss someone

     During work hours, I found myself typing away, expressing my innermost thoughts. I glanced up from the balcony; the sky was hazy and indistinct, as if the heavens themselves were trembling.

    The mist couldn't conceal its intoxicating gentleness; the dim, slanting sunlight cast tranquil, fragmented rays, reflecting on my face and leaving a misty, cool glow. Holding a cup of tea, I sat before my computer, and memories began to spread, little by little, until they overwhelmed my longing, bringing back long-lost feelings. Concern, longing, anticipation, yearning, entanglement, indifference… These complex emotions couldn't hide my eyes; a single, glistening tear seemed about to fall. Was I heartbroken? Was I moved? I couldn't even tell. I was thinking of you, and I wondered if you felt any pity.

    The stars, obscured by the dim light, were barely visible. I wonder, which of these stars belongs to you, and which to me? Do we share the same trajectory, never to meet? Or do we have different paths? One day, we might be surprised to discover that the star in front of us, or behind us, is you or me. Beautiful dreams cannot hide the happiness on our faces; a faint smile seems about to bloom. Each blink is a heart-stirring joy. Would you be happy if it were like this someday?

    The lights on the overpass, the streets, and the square adorn the darkness of the night; the neon colors decorate one magnificent dream after another. The moon is hazy, the heart is calm, yet the mind is confused. Like Chang'e waving her swaying sleeves, hesitant to speak, in this intoxicating and romantic night, no words are needed, no actions are needed; it is enough that we understand the resonance of our hearts. You are in me, and I am in you; our spiritual world flows through our nerve cells, and our hearts no longer feel so oppressed. Would you be intoxicated by this boundless realm, this state of divine communion?

    A gentle breeze whispers, seemingly sensing the overflowing affection between us. I entrust the wind to carry my blessings to you, bearing deep longing, lingering concern, profound affection, and boundless love. In this serene moment, can you feel my yearning? The moon transcends the mortal realm, conveying a poem of love across a thousand miles. A shooting star streaks across the sky, carrying my most beautiful wedding gown. When that day truly arrives, will you be happy?

    The sight evokes memories, stirring up recollections of the past, lingering in my heart. Even as time passes, those romantic moments remain unforgettable. Let my longing spread, releasing my tender emotions, fully expressing my gentle care. A shooting star streaks across the night sky, leaving behind shimmering light—that is my heartfelt wish for you. Gazing upon it with your heart, it will bring you a beautiful and warm anticipation. My heartfelt blessings and prayers for you are expressed in words, conveying my most beautiful and magnificent feelings. May these words be filled with every little thing I've done for you. Will you be moved?

    The thoughts that flow through my heart grow softer and softer. Alone, I am filled with tender affection and longing. A gentle breeze brings such warmth. The wind carries the unique scent of the night, so ambiguous and lingering. Shouldn't we just keep thinking of each other on a night like this? Yet we remain calm, keeping this beauty in our hearts. Perhaps another kind of love will continue. Thinking of you blurs the lines between day and night. During work, I find myself in a boundless night, letting my longing and emotions spread. I want to tell you, this is the deepest cry of my heart. Can you feel it? The night is

    fading. I wonder if you are also thinking of me, hoping for me, struggling with my feelings, and grieving… just like me, with tears welling up in your eyes and a constant call from your heart. Do you know that? It's not sadness, but the overwhelming longing. The yearning in my heart constantly pounds against the deepest recesses of my soul, causing excruciating pain, a pain that tears my heart apart! Each argument adds to the confusion of our love, leaving our hearts fluttering. Will you hold me in your heart?

    So many times I've silently hoped, longing for you to speak to me, to share our hearts. So many times I've skipped meals and sleep to resolve our relationship before doing anything else. So many times I've worried about your well-being, forgetting to even have a cup of tea for myself. So many times when you're angry, I've cowered in a corner like a puppy, silently enduring your anger. So many times you've wounded my deepest feelings, yet I've tolerated it all, making everything seem peaceful. Don't you feel even a little bit moved each time?

    I offer you my truest heart, my sincerest blessings, and the most beautiful moments I can imagine. What goes around comes around. Cherish each other, learn to make amends, and understand forgiveness.

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