The books had started to wonder just when I would pay attention to them, when I would flip the lonesome pages, stare closely at them or try to listen to what they had to tell me.
But I was occupied, cherishing the company of memories and tears.
I missed wrapping my arms around my father and poking his belly, not that there was much left of it anymore, thanks to the strict workout regime he had been compelled by my mother to follow.I missed everything about him.
Yes, mom was being missed too, despite the fact that we had had a hearty thirty minute conversation about our lives without each other’s presence, not too long ago. She had told me of her day and I had given her great details about mine, and of the man I intended to spend my years with.
And him? Oh, he was the charming Prince to my Cinderella. Perfect, absolutely.
I added him to the ‘Being Missed’ list immediately, right after my grandmother and my mischevious little brother, who was not little anymore.
He was a man now.It made me feel old.I giggled and more tears made their way out of my eyes.
Look at what they had done.
Everyone I loved, was miles away and suddenly, there was nothing I could do about it.