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If Missing Someone Was a Word
I've been writing so much before about missing someone. Then it hit me. There is a word in Serbian that explains it much better than any word in English — nedostajanje.
Nedostajanje is when you deeply miss someone, and that feeling goes on and on. It is not just I miss you; it is I miss you constantly, every moment of the day.
Such a powerful word.
We often say it without realizing how strong it is and what it can do. We are unaware of how special that feeling is and what we would do to diminish it.
We are unaware that, over time, it starts to hurt us to miss someone. Physically, mentally, emotionally.
Heaviness in the chest, heavy breathing, and pounding heart just when thinking about that person. And it's not a heart attack.
Outstretched arms waiting to be filled and a heart waiting to be wrapped in fists and never let go. An indescribable desire to curl up in someone's arms.
Thinking about what that person is doing while waiting on message replay. You feel empty and like you are missing a part to be complete again.
Such a big word.
Nostalgia overwhelms you whenever you walk down the street you two used to walk together. Memories flood one after the other while standing where you last saw them.
Slowly, the feeling takes over every thought, creeps into every part of the bloodstream, and chills take over. You are missing again. Missing that person's smell in your hair, skin, and that look that has the power to freeze you.
You miss them being around.
Such a funny word.
What are we not ready to do when that priceless feeling overwhelms us?
When we lack that little piece of us, to feel entirely our own, completely happy.
Funny, isn't it? What won't we do to find that piece? To climb the highest mountains, fly across oceans, or just make a fool of ourselves at any opportunity.
And you're asking me what I'm willing to do for love?
I'm telling you, I'll fly all over the world if I have to.
You ask me, would I fly over it for you?
I'm already packing my suitcase.
