This one is hard for me. For the most part, the people I want to talk to, I do talk to. I mean, sure, there are times when both parties (me and whoever-I’m-talking-about) are too busy and phone calls and text messages become a little more rare… but I said for the most part.
There are some people I miss. People from my past, people with whom I’ve lost touch. Friends from back home, friends from college.
But I think the person I most miss talking to is, well, me. As corny as that sounds. I used to spend so much time thinking, analyzing, just all-around getting to know myself. Granted I was typically going through some sort of self-inflicted heartache that was, needless to say, only magnified by my over-analyzation. (Is that a word, analyzation? I’m getting the red squiggly line and the Googles aren’t helping at all… too early in the morning for blogging? I think yes.)
Don’t get me wrong here. I love my life as it is and I wouldn’t change a thing (except maybe all the dog hair all over everything) but sometimes, sometimes… I miss the time with myself to do all the things I don’t get to do anymore (SSB). I miss me.