Sometimes you miss the memories and not so much the people.
But here's the thing.
The memories of the past hunt us.
The way things use to be.
The way it felt to be in their arms and how it felt to be loved by them.
The way that they said your name or certain things that was just your guys thing.
The memories where a certain smell, color, or taste will trigger.
Those are the times we miss and those are the memories we know we can never have again.
So I think the first sentence is wrong. We miss the memories and if we don't play those painful memories then we'll lose them. And that's something we never want to do.
We miss the memories but really we miss the people too.
We miss the fact that we can never get our time with them back.
We miss the fact their arms will never hold us again.
We miss the fact that their voice will never leave their mouth again and ring in our ears.
So we miss the memories but we also miss the people.
The people that helped us make those sweet sweet loving memories.
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