I watched one of my favourite films recently, it’s called ‘Like Crazy’, if you haven’t seen it you should watch it. It’s about a long distance relationship and it’s one of the most beautiful and brilliantly directed films ever. It got me thinking about the agony we put ourselves through when you miss someone. Missing someone is one of the worst feelings you can experience, in my opinion.

Missing someone can be a nice feeling though, like when you’re travelling and you miss your loved ones at home; though the thought that you’re going to see them again is always a comforting thought, a companion for your homesickness.

But missing someone and not knowing when or if you’re going to see them fucking sucks. You almost feel like it’s pointless missing them because you’re never going to have that person back. Nostalgia is a wonderful and comforting thing and when you can look back on the good times and miss that person and smile, you realise it’s not pointless at all.

If you’ve missed something or someone then you’re lucky. You’re lucky you had something worth missing. You may not have that something or someone now but you can know that you felt complete euphoria and content-ness and those feelings can be felt again; and the feelings you shared with that person were real, you’ll always share that bond and even as time passes and you grow apart and move on, you’ll always miss that time and place.

In the film, one of the main characters (Felicity Jones) is studying in America and she writes the below poem:

I thought I understood it
That I could grasp it
But I didn’t
Not really
I knew the smudgeness of it
The pink-slippered-all-containered-semi-precious eagerness of it
I didn’t realize it would sometimes be more than whole
The wholeness was a rather luxurious idea
Because its the halves that halve you in half
Didn’t know
Don’t know about the in between bits
The gore-y bits of you
And gore-y bits of me

Like crazy