I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart
@needy-guy
I miss everything that marked my life. When I see pictures, when I smell, when I hear a voice, when I remember the past, I miss it. I miss friends I never saw again, people I never spoke to or crossed. I miss my childhood, my first love, my second, third, penultimate and those I will still have, God willing. I miss the present, which I did not enjoy at all, remembering the past and betting on the future. I miss the future, which if idealized, it probably won't be the way I think it will be. I miss those who left me and who I left! Who said he would come and not even appear; of those who came running, without knowing me well, of whom I will never have the opportunity to know. I miss those who are gone and whom I didn't say goodbye to! Those who couldn't say goodbye to me; of people who passed on the opposite sidewalk of my life and that I only saw in a glimpse. I miss things that I had and others that I didn't have but I really wanted to have. I miss things that I don't even know if they existed. I miss serious things, hilarious things, cases, experiences. I miss the puppy that I once had and that loved me faithfully, as only dogs are able to do. I miss the books that I read and that made me travel. I miss the records that I heard and that made me dream. I miss the things I lived and the things I missed, without enjoying it completely. How many times do I want to find I don’t know what… I don’t know where… to rescue something I don’t even know what it is or where I lost it… I see the world spinning and I think I might be missing it in Japanese, in Russian, in Italian in English ... but that my longing, because I was born in Brazil, only speaks Portuguese, although, deep down, I may be polyglot. In fact, they say that it is customary to always use the mother tongue, spontaneously when we are desperate ... to count money ... to make love ... to declare strong feelings ... wherever we are in the world. I believe that a simple "I miss you" or whatever way we can translate nostalgia into another language, will never have the same strength and meaning as our word. Perhaps it does not correctly express how much we miss things or loved ones. And that's why I miss you the most. Because I found a word to use every time I feel this tightness in my chest, kind of nostalgic, kind of tasty, but it works better than a vital sign when you want to talk about life and feelings. It is unmistakable proof that we are sensitive. That we love what we have very much and regret the good things we have lost throughout our existence.
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