sometimes i wonder if i actually miss people or if i miss who i was when they were in my life. there are versions of me that only existed around certain people. the way i laughed, the things i cared about, the little routines we had. losing them meant losing those versions too. and maybe that's why some goodbyes feel so much bigger than they should. you're not only saying goodbye to someone. you're saying goodbye to a version of yourself that existed beside them.