I think balloons that float away are some type of beautiful, because once you let go, you’ll never see them again. As if they were the only thing in your hands and you were scared to let go. It’s the same with people because once you let them go, it’s a rare chance they’ll return to you.
n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.