Mornington -

I'm trying not to be a perfectionist.

I'll post these up now, because otherwise they will never go up and will disappear into nothingness in my hard drive.

You know what's kind of beautiful?

Having spent half of the last ten years in a constant state of yearning, I think, has resulted indadvertedly in me missing the actual feeling of missing someone.

In Bridget Vreeland's words, "I think I was missing the idea of missing."
And that's how it was, even though these words floated past the back of my eyes every time the phrase crossed my mind.

Source: rebloggy

I hardly use the phrase, "I miss you". But in recent days and conversations, it has just really made a pang in my heart.

You are missing from me.
I cannot be whole without you.

Which leads me to the memory of reading The Missing Piece by Shel Silverstein - and that grand, transcending moment of bittersweet comprehension. Read the book again. It's the kind of understanding I wanted as a kid - "You'll know when you grow up."