Missing

Hello folks 🙂

When I was 6 years old and in first class my mum had to travel to Paris for three months(because of her job). my sister was only 2 years old so we decided that we all should go there together. But this is not a blog post about me in Paris. Not really. When I get back I was told that Ananya was crying in school. Every single day. Why? Because she missed me.

Stone cold, stone cold
You see me standing, but I’m dying on the floor
Stone cold, stone cold
Maybe if I don’t cry, I won’t feel anymore

This is how missing feels in its’ most terrible moments. Missing is one of hardest things ever. I have experienced it. Everybody has. And… Isn’t it hard? Isn’t it? I haven’t ever lost someone in a way of death. I am very glad for that. But I guess everybody have to face that too, sooner or later. But I have lost people in other ways. They left. I left. Or we just flew apart. No matter what’s the story behind this missing… It’s always the same heartache. It means that you lose someone that means a lot to you.

I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house That don’t bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let ’em out
I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while
Even though goin’ on with you gone still upsets me

So now I am gonna told you think I haven’t told to anyone else before. It’s something people said to me that…I should not tell anyone. Not ever. But to be real, I don’t really see any point in that. So the thing is that my dad and his sister(so my aunt) had a fight and they haven’t ever made up. I haven’t seen her since then. It’s like that for more than a year now. Also it’s seems like all connections from this side of the family…faded. It doesn’t go so for my granddad. He is visiting us all the time. 🙂 But is not like that whit my grandma. I don’t miss my aunt, I haven’t ever really liked her to be honest. But I do miss my grandma. She was always whit me when I was little. And…. now it’s all so different.

When you walk away I count the steps that you take
Do you see how much I need you right now?

When you’re gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
And when you’re gone
The face I came to know is missing too

Second person I miss is Johann. Not gonna tell the whole story again. He was my best friend when we were little. he is still my schoolmate. We get along, sure, but it’s just not as it was. And maybe I don0t miss him so much as I miss our winter igloos on the garden. Here is one girl that I used to go to school whit when I was younger. At first she always came to my block and than I came out and we went to school together. Than one day I was waiting and waiting… But she didn’t came. And she didn’t came day after. the third day when I looked from my window I saw her. She was walking past my block to school. Whit out me. Those are two friends I lost… I mostly speak about Johann, because i have no idea why that girl started to act so ignoring back then. No matter what I miss both.

We know full well there’s just time
So is it wrong to toss this line?
If your heart was full of love
Could you give it up?

‘Cause what about, what about angels?
They will come, they will go, make us special

Don’t give me up
Don’t give
Me up

How unfair, it’s just our love
Found something real that’s out of touch
But if you’d searched the whole wide world
Would you dare to let it go?

‘Cause what about, what about angels?
They will come, they will go, make us special

Don’t give me up
Don’t give
Me up

‘Cause what about, what about angels?
They will come, they will go, make us special

It’s not about not about angels, angels

And there are some others.

We all miss some people. We always will. Because in this life you always lose someone that meant a lot to you. What can I say? We all feel it.As I said….: Thousand stories. Same heartache…. But you know what? Maybe this can be something to connect us.