The excitement of a young child reaches over thousands of miles, communicated by telephone. You can tell just by their voice alone that they miss you, and the sound of their voice, in turn, makes you miss them more than you could’ve ever thought imaginable. You hear of little things that happen in their day; your stomach twists in desperation. Desperation to see them, to feel them in your arms, to hear their laugh that the air carries from across the room.
It makes you want to be missed like that. You wonder if there is anyone in the world that can possibly miss you in such a way. What I'm taking away from this is the hope to be that person in another's life...
The girl that you can't go a day with out talking to; who's smile lights up the room; who has eyes that dance in joy and mystery; who has a heart big enough for the world to live in, and who has ears that connect with the heart to share in life's joy, pain and randomness.
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