when still frames won't do

You won’t miss the water until it’s gone. I supposed it is true, no? I mean, there are things that we miss from time to time, or probably all the time even. I just had this talk with my housemates and it made me realize that I do miss a lot of things.
And you know, there are things and feelings that we will never get back. Like the bunk bed that you slept on in your boarding school or the house that you lived in when you were three. Or the silly talks that you have with your friends when all of you are still together, wearing your uniforms, all naïve and raging with curiosity.
It is funny when I think about it. How people take things for granted, and rant about how we should have given more thought, care etc later. It’s ironic but we can’t help it, can we? We lack the sense to regard something as important as it is supposed to be.
Sometimes I feel like I can’t wait for my A-Level program to end so that I can go abroad and experience new things. But then lately I start to wonder if I will be able to make it through it all without that sense of familiarity lingering around. I mean, it is a whole new place, and however I put and twist it, it won’t be the same as it is now. Things and matters will be, how do I say it, more diversified somehow. And then the thoughts of leaving this life I’m living now, I have gotten so used and comfortable to it. The apartment that I am currently residing in feels like home, most of the time more homey than the supposed place I call “home”. Yes, it takes a lot of willpower and toleration dealing with some people, and yes, it gets annoying sometimes but there are people that I really love here. Like my housemates and them homeboys, they feel so much like home that I don’t feel insecure to open up to them. It’s almost as if I feel safe and protected around them, and that as long as I have all of them around me, things are going to be okay. What can I say, I really am going to miss all of this.
Haha, no wonder break ups are so hard to get through. Think of all the things that we have gotten so used to, like the late night phone calls and the I love yous and the I miss yous or that warm feeling that we get when we know the person that we care about feels the same way or the fact that, no matter what, we will always have someone to turn to. Breaking up is like losing a part of our body. It’s corny I know, but it is true, try denying it, but you know it is true. And the worst part is, we can’t get it back, however you try, it just won’t be the same.
We miss the things that we can’t get back. To me, missing those things can be a huge torture. Imagine having to live your whole life longing for something like that, it certainly can be painful at certain times, can it not? Move on, people say, but we carry all those things still, even when we are moving on. It’s the same as being able to forgive, but not forget. There will be times when all those things that we miss are going to hit us hard in the face.
Like how I miss my grandfather. and this one particular day I spent with my family during Ramadhan a few years back. and getting wet in the rain with them mookies. Little things, but they matter a great deal. And I can’t get them back. Hmm.

Well, I don’t know how everyone else feels about this. But.

I guess all these feelings that I get when I miss or long for something, let me know that I have that humane part inside of me.
Haha. It is kind of comforting to know that you’re not exactly Cruella De Vil.
Everything does have its good and bad side after all :)