To People.

Taking a break for four minutes from everything. I love the letter challenge, but not all of it. This next one I can't think of who to write to for the world. I miss people, sure, but it's not missing so much as other emotions.

So, uh, here. I'll try this:

Dear Missed One,

I miss you, yes, but not as intensely as other people maybe would. Because missing isn't a real emotion, I don't think--it's a jumble of other emotions like longing and sadness and Oh they would like this but they're not here.

So if I ever said to you that I would miss you, it's true. I would long for you when you weren't where you usually where, and I would feel sad that I wouldn't see you for a while, and I would want to tell you things but then remember that you weren't around for me to tell you anything.

I would think of you doing your thing in your corner of the world, and get back to doing mine. Because really, what else can I say? or do? You'll be gone soon, and you're already gone for a little bit, and I hardly see you even though I want to see you so badly, so I suppose I'm so used to missing people that I don't really know how to identify the emotion anymore.

That's it,

Irene.

P.S. Blogger won't let me add any pictures, so I'll just tell you that the picture I would have added was one of a girl lying in a field of white flowers, jacket drawn up to her chin, staring at the unseen sky.