It's a feeling that makes you feel restless and sad. Because missing makes one empty, then one thinks a lot, and the more one thinks, the sadder one gets. There is also a feeling that can be exhausting because of overthinking.... All in all it makes a person feel like they want it a lot but can't tell.
I think the saddest part is that moment every time you enter your home. The familiar scent that comes to your face, every piece of furniture, every decoration was hand-picked and carefully cleaned by her, the family portrait on the wall, the monarchs on the balcony, the lotion on the dresser rubbed onto your face is a familiar scent that belongs to her.
The pots and pans in the kitchen are her beloved things, get up in the morning and cook eggs in a small pot, remember to adjust the fire very small, because she said the fire will be big to blacken the outer wall of the pot, which is her favorite small pot. When you cook rice you want to ask her exactly how much water to add so it doesn't get mushy or waterlogged.
Trying on clothes at the store, I want to ask her if they fit well, if the fabric is good, if I'm confused in love, if I want to ask how to do it right, if I like a boy, I want to bring him home and show him to her so that he can be at ease, if a boy sang about Baikal the other day, I'm sure he liked it, and if he was a good actor, he was a good actor, but he was too cool, he would have liked to have been a good actor, and he would have liked to have been a good actor. friend.
She is my closest person and best friend.
Nowadays I am often lost in thought. I think about everything in the world, but I can't think about her.
But everything in this world reminds me of her.
Passing the line of square dancers, I would stop and I would always see her dimly, dancing briskly, waving her arms cheerfully, and when I looked more closely, I could see the tip of her slightly sweaty nose and her sparkling eyes. I felt like she was there, like she would come home with me if I waited a little longer.