We often miss...

 We oft'en miss people who are far from us.

Do we also miss people whom we have never seen and met? People whom we have always have known to be a part of us. People whose absence make a greater part of ourselves, the deeper part, the darker part. We are unsure if they have existed, we are unsure if they exist or will exist in physical form. We are unsure we have met or if we will meet them, transgressing the physical form perhaps. 

As a child, I believed they existed. I believed we will meet. As a comparatively grown up individual, I know they don't. It was only yesterday someone told me the acceptance of this fact probably now makes ther greaterer part of "myself".