Missing and Loving

I hate missing people. I can't stand that feeling, the gaping hole in my stomach that feels like sickness and incredible lack.

i hate it i hate it i hate it! and with that hate i am resisting it.

So here is the solution:

1. I am incredibly grateful that this person exists
2. I am incredibly grateful that this person is in my life, maybe not in the present moment, but in the great scheme of life we are and have been and will be intertwined.
3. We cannot possess anyone. We are doomed to be separate. I accept that, and happily await death, when our consciousness can merge {or something}
4. repeat steps 1 through 3.