Lately, I have been reading several books that involve missing people. Not one, but many. It has made me curious of how many ways you can truly say I miss you. Not in different synonyms, but in poetry – hikus – sayings (none the least). So today, I am going to give a few of my most favorable variations of people trying to say how they miss someone.

I miss the days you held me,
and the days I hear your voice.
I miss the days you were there;
Us falling a part wasn’t my choice. I miss the
days you kissed me, and the feelings
we used to show. But most of all, I miss the guy
I thought I used to know. – Unknown Origin

Eight letters, three words, one regret; I miss you. – Unknown Origin

Did you know that when a certain person appears in your dreams, it because
they want to see you? – Times Magazine

Where I’ve been is a long story, why I am here is easy — I missed you.  – Unknown Origin

It’s crazy how you can go months or years without talking to someone, but they still cross your mind everyday. -  Unknown Origin

Sometimes, I just miss the sweet kid I fell in love with. – Unknown Origin

And here is mine:

Missing you is like missing the rain, I know the sound it makes, the feeling it gives me when it arrives, and the way it feels on my skin;
I know it’s coming, but I am not quite sure when it will get here.

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, but I have missed you and will return soon.

]]> http://jntypie.wordpress.com/2011/12/27/you-can-only-say-i-miss-you-in-so-many-ways/feed/ 0 nette, nettieweeze, jntypie, jeanmunks, jeniqua, and a bunch that don't make since. http://jntypie.wordpress.com/2011/10/20/explain-your-side/ http://jntypie.wordpress.com/2011/10/20/explain-your-side/#comments Thu, 20 Oct 2011 16:35:06 +0000 jntypie http://jntypie.wordpress.com/?p=959 ]]> I need an ending.

Take these chances, and turn it around. Take my time, take your time.

Life is good right now, I just went to apple hill a few days ago. It was nice to get out of Sacramento, and relive happy childhood memories. A lot has been pushed off my mind, which is great because I need as much of it pushed away as possible. It’s been one of those things where you just look at it, and say “Get the fuck out of my brain.” Then you tousle around with it for a little while, and then it leaves you. But sadly, it likes to make surprise house calls so you have to tell it to bugger off every chance you have. That’s what I have been doing for the past week, and so far it’s going pretty well. I have a lot to help me get it off my mind; like school and friends. But even then it’s still in the very back of my mind. I am trying to find an ending to this chapter, that doesn’t seem to want to come around. It’s holding back, and I am truly getting sick of it.

Daimen wants me to block him out of my life, but how am I supposed to do that if he hasn’t done anything wrong to me. This whole time he’s been civil towards me, and if nothing been nice. I can’t just block someone out of my life for that reason, and I refused to do so. That’s not the way I operate, nor will I ever operate that way. I do love Daimen with my whole heart, but I run my own show and if he doesn’t know that after being with me for three years then he’s oblivious to reality.

I have a never ending running mind that keeps thinking about everything and anything it possibly can. I need to just get away to the ocean for two or three days, and just let it unwind once again. It’s one of those things if I lived in Monterey I would just run to Big Sur every chance I had and just relax for a few days. It’s the best remedy to never ending running mind. I miss sitting at glass beach for hours at a time listening to the waves crash against the cliffs, and hearing nothing but water. I love water. I love the ocean. I love the peninsula. I love many things.

I have been trying so hard to get him off my mind, but for some reason I can’t. For only talking to someone for a week, this is just rediculous. I don’t love him, or anything like that. So I can’t seem to get him off my mind. I tried to move on from this whole situation, and so far I can’t help but make an ass out of myself. It’s a horrible situation, seriously. Everyone has told me that I was just a lay, and I agree some what. I can’t help but question the whole situation because he seemed so interested into me too. It had to be a scam, right? He hasn’t talked to me in almost a week now, and yet I keep thinking about him. Thinking about his eyes, and the way he looked at me. A part of me let him in that last night, and that’s where this shit is hitting me. I am so happy that I didn’t let him in anymore than I should. It would have been such a mistake, and would have been a wreck right now. Actually, that’s not true. I don’t let anyone wreck me. Daimen says I am heartless, but that’s not true at all. I just don’t get personal because none of these relationships ever last longer than a few minutes at a time.

And if they do, I treat them like they are glass. I have watched how he’s hurt other people, and how they have reacted. For some reason, I know I would never act that way. It’s not in me to do the things that these girls would do. I focus on myself, and on what I need to get done. I know I would never loose my job over a man, and that will never happen to me. Considering the fact that the job I have right now is my life, and I want to succeed at this more than anything. I did however message the girl that had her heartbroken by this guy telling her sorry for all the shit I put her through. I can’t change what he did to her, but I can at least have my own peace of mind knowing I tried to apologize. I apologized to him as well. Why? I don’t know. Probably for the same damn reason. It’s actually something that I always end up doing. Actually, there have been a few times that I haven’t. I know that there is going to be a large apology that I need to get ready for Daimen.

I need to get to the ocean, and just stay there. At least there, I know I won’t think about anyone not even him. I can just enjoy the sound of crashing water to the rocks. The feel of the crisp breeze hitting me and numbs my face. The feeling of sand hitting my toes; that’s all I need.

The only thing that keeps him in my mind is the fact that he liked my freckles.

Fuck you. Who does that? I hate you.
Lies, all lies.

Obviously.

I cannot help but be so confused by that answer. It’s like no matter what I do, I cannot seem to put together the fact that he might have been using me. It just makes no since considering that I didn’t have the tickets when he first met me, so what led him to do what he did to begin with? I just don’t get it. A lot of you would say sex, or he just wanted the tickets. But if he wanted the tickets that would have to mean that he would have had to know about them before I actually got them. I just do not get it at all.

Then it hits me that he didn’t call me any names, or anything derogatory for that matter. I don’t understand what the hell I am supposed to do about how I feel about him, this, or for that matter any of it all together. I am now alone, and yet I am alone. How does that make since? It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this, it wasn’t. But for some reason it did, and it did for a reason. Some reason..

So now here I sit thinking about you, and how much shit you just put me through. And if how I don’t know if you care, or if you have thought about me at all. Which I know you haven’t. Because if you had, I would’ve been doing the oposite of you and doing something completely the oposite of what I am actually doing. It’s pathetically true. But I know that I am not crazy, and I am not going to come running after you. There’s no point to beg for disaster. If the situation is done, then it is done. I will move on, but I won’t chase. And what makes me facinated by you even more is that you don’t chase me in return.

Honestly, I hate that this had to happen now. Because if things were different, this could have different as well. And oh how I wish it could have been different.