Someone I used to know told that when you miss someone, it’s more like feeling nostalgia for someone- like wanting a certain time period back. There’s no way I could stay five years old, no matter how badly I wish my dad still did my hair for me (into a mohawk, cause I had very little hair). The same way that I couldn’t possibly still have you. Because then where would I be now? I have no idea, and it doesn’t matter. The point is that there is a point when people must leave for us to continue. That time has passed.