I believe that I cannot miss that, which is. The thing that I miss, is my own construction, my own belief, the way I see something. But that is not necessarily that, which is. I may not understand someone or something and have my own interpretation of either, but the thing I then miss belongs to my own interpretation.
I have parted with loved ones due to natural causes, to death, to circumstances but no one and nothing has ever been lost to me. We shall forever coexist because we know each other. We know and remember each other through love. Not with the mind or the brain or through thoughts but through love and and our beating hearts. Through acceptance and courage. Through that, which is.
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