Have you ever missed someone so much that it left a dent in your mind? I have. I still do!

Maybe not a dent, but rather a scrapbook. A part of your soul that is filled with memories. You can take them out, look at them and roll them around your tongue. You know how they feel, look; even how they taste. You love them and on special days you take them out to cherish.

Have you ever missed someone that wasn’t really there? I have.Trouble is; there is no scrapbook of cherished memories. The space in your head is filled with doubt. You feel the grim and dirt sticking to you, you have a foul taste in your mouth. And no amount of scrubbing will get rid of it. They’re just there; like tar that is ever so hard to get rid of.

Have you ever missed someone that wasn’t really there? I have. Trouble is; there is no scrapbook of cherished memories. The space in your head is filled with doubt. You feel the grim and dirt sticking to you, you have a foul taste in your mouth. And no amount of scrubbing will get rid of it. They’re just there; like tar that is ever so hard to get rid of.

There are plenty of people pretending to be more than they really are. There are also those that hide their shine underneath a quiet outer shell. The trick is to find people that bring out the best in you.

Otherwise it will be you people think of when they ask: “Have you ever missed someone that wasn’t really there?”