The worst part about missing someone, it just doesn't go away.
The missing never stops.
Some days, I wait for the day that I won't think, talk, or feel for India. The truth is, that day will never come.
I'll never stop missing it.
Missing someone isn't a choice, it isn't something I can just switch off, and it isn't something that is wrong.
I miss so deeply.
I miss Kara. When I can't talk to Kara, I feel like there is so much that I am keeping to myself.
Missing hurts, oh, it hurts...It is uncontrollable and that makes it so much worse.
