Miss You When You Go

“Miss You When You Go"…

… that’s what we often hope that people will think of us. That’s what I might have once hoped that Ineke would be thinking tomorrow, when I head off on my big adventure with an all male crew for our walk of the West Highland Way starting Friday.

But really … I don’t hope that anymore. If she thinks about me, I hope it brings nice thoughts of course. Just because I hope she has nice thoughts. They’re better than the other kind.

It doesn’t need to be of me though. It could be of anything. Maybe she doesn’t give my absence a second glance for the 8 or 9 days I’m gone.

Missing someone, or something, will always be a part of the human experience. But it brings a sense of loss. And that shouldn’t be a given. True love wouldn’t wish that experience upon someone else.

Would it?