you are going to miss people you’ll want to get out of bed at two in the morning and drive to go see them you’ll call them even though they changed their number 10 months ago just to hear a dial tone you’ll write letters to them they’ll never read, seal them in envelopes and address them and stick them in your desk drawer you’ll catch your wandering afternoon thoughts bumping into old memories that feel warm at first but then start to sting you’ll lie awake at night trying to remember and trying to forget what it felt like to fall asleep knowing they were thinking of you you are going to miss people sometimes their hearts will beat the same as yours and sometimes you’ll put your head to their chest and won’t hear a thing you’ll wipe away the hurt from the tops of your cheeks because they feel so far away you are going to miss people you’ll get out of bed at two in the morning and dance till you’re not sad anymore you’ll delete old voicemails to make room for new ones without thinking twice you’ll mail the letters worth mailing and throw away the rest you’ll neglect to notice their name hasn’t crossed your mind in weeks, but when it does you’ll smile or feel nothing and it won’t feel empty at all you’ll put your head on your pillow and close your eyes and sleep will find you before they can you are going to miss people you are going to miss people you are going to miss people and you are going to be okay.
Madisen Kuhn |Â unpublished, january twentieth (via praises)
