Sometimes it’s hard to feel like you haven’t missed out on things. You’re young, you’re enjoying life as it passes by—but that’s just the problem. It’s passing by. And even as a young person in this world sometimes you look around and realize…shit. What am I not seeing? What am I not feeling? Was I present in this moment? But at the end of the day, maybe that’s okay. Maybe we need to feel like we’ve missed out to sit back and appreciate the moments we aren’t missing out on.
I missed it, the ball. I missed it and it smacked me in the head. Right on my forehead. And it hurt a lot. ouch. serves me right for checking out the cute guy itting over on the sideline.
Blood everywhere. I paniced. Never had a head injury before. Everyone tried to calm me down. Didn’t work. Took a sedative from the paramedic to clam me down. A trip to hospital required. A few stiches too and a few hours in the ED whilst they checked me for concussion and did some scans.
But everything was ok. No damage- except for the stictches. and they would come out next week and the doc says there shouldn’t be too much of a scar.
i miss my grandma Nolan and my grandma Helen. I also miss my uncle victor, mostly because I didn’t get a chance to know him well. If he’s anything like the stories, Im sure I would have loved and respected him. I also miss being home, college is great but home will always be home.
I think I must have been missing the point, because I could not really understand why we were doing this. To be honest, trekking through dark, unstable caves beneath pyramids that were supposed to be haunted didn’t seem like the greatest use of my time… or the safest.
She missed him. The man she had always yearned for, the man who was the one. Of course “The one” was vague, and she had always fretted about not finding him. No worries, she found him, but she had just missed the last freight of train heading towards the city he was headed for. She sat down, and cried her heart out, with fear that she would never see him again.
Running at top speed, Randy waved his bus pass furiously in the bus’ side view mirror as he screamed bat-shit crazy epithets at the driver as he pulled away.He pulled out a handful of pennies and lobbed them toward the bus. The racket they made bouncing off the vehicle were not enough to stop it, so he reached into his briefcase and pulled out the mortar shell launcher. One explosion later, the bus finally stopped. This would be the last time Randy missed the A-52.
The train had been missed. What he didn’t know was that this would change his life forever and the circumstances, however unforseen, would be a hinderance in his ability to thrive in the climate for which he had grown so accustomed. Perhaps it was better that he didn’t know.
When he said he hadn’t missed me I asked him what he did in jail to eleviate the lonliness. He said he’d been a bitch for a while but then he’d got a few for himself. I had no idea what he was talking about. I mean , they don’t allow pets in jail.
I missed you today but knew I would see you again.
I missed you yesterday and dreamed of the day we would begin
I miss you still and wish only for the beginning
I will miss you until the end because you were never really here and then My eyes open and it was all just a dream
missed to be missed is very nice. however missing someone can be good or bad. I usually dont enjoy missing someone unless I know I am missed back. Its always a good feeling to know your missed. I miss all my friends from my old job i miss knowing everything i miss alot of things.
I missed you. I still miss you. I never bothered to tell you because I assumed that you missed me too. But maybe you don’t. Maybe you never did. How can I make you miss me too? I want you to miss me so you will think of me when I’m not there. But I’m already not part of your life. How can you miss someone who has disappeared?
I missed my family more than anything in the world. It had become so bad it was no longer a mental hurt. It would rise up sometimes in my chest and burn away, a sudden pang of loneliness. It was unbearable. I didn’t know how much longer I could endure it before I broke down and begged to go home again.
I missed the pop fly today while standing in right field. My father stood as it flew but i could not catch it in right field today. I tried to, I swear I ran and I ran; i could not catch the pop fly in right field today. My father sat and look down, a frown upon his head. Ill be sleeping outside today, I didn’t catch the ball in right field.
We missed the mark. I missed the train. I missed the way you would brush your teeth in the middle of the living room. I missed the way you made up stories. The girl who successfully held herself hostage. The people protesting censorship by burning trees and running around screaming obscenities. The boy who never learned to speak.
i missed how we used to be so good. we could talk forever and never stop. i remember lying on my bed and just being able to talk to you for hours and hours. i wish we could go back to that. i feel like everyone would write about this stuff. i don’t know. it’s just the first thing that popped into my mind. i’m like every other teenage girl right? i guess. i just want us to be good again. god i wish i could just admit to you what my problem is. why can’t i? i sometimes wonder what kind of a fucked up person i’m going to grow up to be. i want to know but i’m so afraid what i’ll find.
i missed myself the most when i had you in my life, i missed who i used to be and who i strived to become. i’m not missing me anymore, nothing is to be missed.
I missed when you left. I miss you now. I don’t understand why I miss you so much, it makes no sense. I barely really know you — we’ve never even hung out outside of work. It makes no sense, but something really needs to be done.
She missed him. Like a bird missed the sky, like a dolphin missed the sea. He was the one, she was sure of it. But now, he was just another boy who had passed through her life, and left her bleeding once more. She thought about their first kiss, the passion, the hesitation, the giggles in between. Her heart ached for him, and she clutched to the collar of her shirt.
you for a long time. i saw you recently and you were just as beautiful as ever. i wish we could run away together, but i know that can’t happen right now. maybe one day when we get back together we can teach each other what we need to learn, what we missed the 1st time. ah what a bunch of sentimental garbage.
i hate the feeling of missing something. I miss so many things all the time. I miss a sense of true friendship… I miss my mom and dad and dog. I’m going to miss my gramma so much. this word sucks and is bringing me despair. i don’t miss that at all. oof
sorry i missed your call, my phone hasn’t rang in so long. i figured better to not know that your phone ins’t ringing better not have a phone at all than a phone that doen’wst ring
missed calls from my dad missed calls from grand
the things in my life i have missed are few and far between. I have always thought thayou should live life without regrets and that is what i have done. I can’t help but think that the one thing have always missed would him.. the one that got away. In times that my mind is free to wonder it always wonders there, to him, to the one. Now, looking back it is him i miss, the one with the wild sence of imagination and the one that holds no barrs. Why did he go? Why? Well it’s quite simple, i let him go. If you love something let it free right? And the fact that i am not asian!
I can’t believe this word came up!
You dropped me off at home and ALREADY you are missed-
And we aren’t even dating!
I know this isn’t like a public diary or something,
But I can’t contain my emotion;
I’m spilling over with delight!
All this happiness comes from deep within as something tells me that I might actually
Love you.
For all the right reasons because you are all I’ve ever looked for embodied in
One.
It had only been a couple hours since I last saw him. But the misery of being away was becoming hard to bare. I stared at the text message on my phone, the same one that caused the car accident. The phone that sent it was found several yards from the car, with only part of the body nearby.
I missed you today, the fullness of your bossum and your read pouty lips, but I’m getting beyond myself because the truth is, that as much as I would like to say that I missed those things, because it is the manly thing to do or so I’m told. I missed how your eyes danced when they looked into mine more.
i Missed the bus, I missed the train, I missed my period and I missed you. I missed my mom and my dog i missed everything that was. I missed sleeping , I missed drinking i missed, you. Remember you missed me to. We missed our high fives, we missed the target, we missed the show, I missed i missed I missed I missed I missed. I missed I misssed
They often ask whether I missed home when staying in a hostel. Frankly, I did not miss home at all. I liked living alone, because I could be free and do whatever I want.
I have missed buses and trains, appointments and even the occasional date but nothing compares to the feeling inside when I realised how much I missed you…
missed is not seeing your friend or family members and not seeing any of the people you want to see. missed is sad, lonely and also very disturbing at the same time. everything is missed when the sun goes down and when the moon goes down everything is missed. people miss different people and animals miss other animals, everyone just keeps missing something.
I walked out of my chemistry classroom and saw you on the other side of the door. We caught gazes for just a moment, but I snapped my eyes away pretending we had just missed each other.
Sometimes it’s hard to feel like you haven’t missed out on things. You’re young, you’re enjoying life as it passes by—but that’s just the problem. It’s passing by. And even as a young person in this world sometimes you look around and realize…shit. What am I not seeing? What am I not feeling? Was I present in this moment? But at the end of the day, maybe that’s okay. Maybe we need to feel like we’ve missed out to sit back and appreciate the moments we aren’t missing out on.
I missed it, the ball. I missed it and it smacked me in the head. Right on my forehead. And it hurt a lot. ouch. serves me right for checking out the cute guy itting over on the sideline.
Blood everywhere. I paniced. Never had a head injury before. Everyone tried to calm me down. Didn’t work. Took a sedative from the paramedic to clam me down. A trip to hospital required. A few stiches too and a few hours in the ED whilst they checked me for concussion and did some scans.
But everything was ok. No damage- except for the stictches. and they would come out next week and the doc says there shouldn’t be too much of a scar.
i miss my grandma Nolan and my grandma Helen. I also miss my uncle victor, mostly because I didn’t get a chance to know him well. If he’s anything like the stories, Im sure I would have loved and respected him. I also miss being home, college is great but home will always be home.
I think I must have been missing the point, because I could not really understand why we were doing this. To be honest, trekking through dark, unstable caves beneath pyramids that were supposed to be haunted didn’t seem like the greatest use of my time… or the safest.
She missed him. The man she had always yearned for, the man who was the one. Of course “The one” was vague, and she had always fretted about not finding him. No worries, she found him, but she had just missed the last freight of train heading towards the city he was headed for. She sat down, and cried her heart out, with fear that she would never see him again.
now i know what I’ve missed out on for all of these years
something about you is magnetic
I’m hooked
Running at top speed, Randy waved his bus pass furiously in the bus’ side view mirror as he screamed bat-shit crazy epithets at the driver as he pulled away.He pulled out a handful of pennies and lobbed them toward the bus. The racket they made bouncing off the vehicle were not enough to stop it, so he reached into his briefcase and pulled out the mortar shell launcher. One explosion later, the bus finally stopped. This would be the last time Randy missed the A-52.
seize the moment so less is in the future.
I missed you –
you my lovely daughter
when you went away with
grandson and soninlaw
far, far away for months and months.
The train had been missed. What he didn’t know was that this would change his life forever and the circumstances, however unforseen, would be a hinderance in his ability to thrive in the climate for which he had grown so accustomed. Perhaps it was better that he didn’t know.
When he said he hadn’t missed me I asked him what he did in jail to eleviate the lonliness. He said he’d been a bitch for a while but then he’d got a few for himself. I had no idea what he was talking about. I mean , they don’t allow pets in jail.
I missed you today but knew I would see you again.
I missed you yesterday and dreamed of the day we would begin
I miss you still and wish only for the beginning
I will miss you until the end because you were never really here and then My eyes open and it was all just a dream
missed to be missed is very nice. however missing someone can be good or bad. I usually dont enjoy missing someone unless I know I am missed back. Its always a good feeling to know your missed. I miss all my friends from my old job i miss knowing everything i miss alot of things.
I missed you. I still miss you. I never bothered to tell you because I assumed that you missed me too. But maybe you don’t. Maybe you never did. How can I make you miss me too? I want you to miss me so you will think of me when I’m not there. But I’m already not part of your life. How can you miss someone who has disappeared?
He had hit and missed with many films. Now the film-maker wanted to retire.
I missed the last train to nowhere and now I’m trapped in this commercialist, materialist, hellhole of sex and drugs.
I missed my family more than anything in the world. It had become so bad it was no longer a mental hurt. It would rise up sometimes in my chest and burn away, a sudden pang of loneliness. It was unbearable. I didn’t know how much longer I could endure it before I broke down and begged to go home again.
I missed the pop fly today while standing in right field. My father stood as it flew but i could not catch it in right field today. I tried to, I swear I ran and I ran; i could not catch the pop fly in right field today. My father sat and look down, a frown upon his head. Ill be sleeping outside today, I didn’t catch the ball in right field.
I missed you for so long. I don’t remember why. do you? I see it now. do you? I see you. Do you see me?
We missed the mark. I missed the train. I missed the way you would brush your teeth in the middle of the living room. I missed the way you made up stories. The girl who successfully held herself hostage. The people protesting censorship by burning trees and running around screaming obscenities. The boy who never learned to speak.
i missed how we used to be so good. we could talk forever and never stop. i remember lying on my bed and just being able to talk to you for hours and hours. i wish we could go back to that. i feel like everyone would write about this stuff. i don’t know. it’s just the first thing that popped into my mind. i’m like every other teenage girl right? i guess. i just want us to be good again. god i wish i could just admit to you what my problem is. why can’t i? i sometimes wonder what kind of a fucked up person i’m going to grow up to be. i want to know but i’m so afraid what i’ll find.
i missed myself the most when i had you in my life, i missed who i used to be and who i strived to become. i’m not missing me anymore, nothing is to be missed.
I missed when you left. I miss you now. I don’t understand why I miss you so much, it makes no sense. I barely really know you — we’ve never even hung out outside of work. It makes no sense, but something really needs to be done.
Missed the deadline. Missed the appointment. Missed the bus. Missed my plane. Missed you growing up and nothing mattered enough to miss again.
She missed him. Like a bird missed the sky, like a dolphin missed the sea. He was the one, she was sure of it. But now, he was just another boy who had passed through her life, and left her bleeding once more. She thought about their first kiss, the passion, the hesitation, the giggles in between. Her heart ached for him, and she clutched to the collar of her shirt.
I missed you. It’s pass tense as in i don’t anymore. I’m no longer crushed by your heartless decision.
I used to miss you. I now do not.
you for a long time. i saw you recently and you were just as beautiful as ever. i wish we could run away together, but i know that can’t happen right now. maybe one day when we get back together we can teach each other what we need to learn, what we missed the 1st time. ah what a bunch of sentimental garbage.
i hate the feeling of missing something. I miss so many things all the time. I miss a sense of true friendship… I miss my mom and dad and dog. I’m going to miss my gramma so much. this word sucks and is bringing me despair. i don’t miss that at all. oof
sorry i missed your call, my phone hasn’t rang in so long. i figured better to not know that your phone ins’t ringing better not have a phone at all than a phone that doen’wst ring
missed calls from my dad missed calls from grand
the things in my life i have missed are few and far between. I have always thought thayou should live life without regrets and that is what i have done. I can’t help but think that the one thing have always missed would him.. the one that got away. In times that my mind is free to wonder it always wonders there, to him, to the one. Now, looking back it is him i miss, the one with the wild sence of imagination and the one that holds no barrs. Why did he go? Why? Well it’s quite simple, i let him go. If you love something let it free right? And the fact that i am not asian!
I can’t believe this word came up!
You dropped me off at home and ALREADY you are missed-
And we aren’t even dating!
I know this isn’t like a public diary or something,
But I can’t contain my emotion;
I’m spilling over with delight!
All this happiness comes from deep within as something tells me that I might actually
Love you.
For all the right reasons because you are all I’ve ever looked for embodied in
One.
It had only been a couple hours since I last saw him. But the misery of being away was becoming hard to bare. I stared at the text message on my phone, the same one that caused the car accident. The phone that sent it was found several yards from the car, with only part of the body nearby.
I missed you today, the fullness of your bossum and your read pouty lips, but I’m getting beyond myself because the truth is, that as much as I would like to say that I missed those things, because it is the manly thing to do or so I’m told. I missed how your eyes danced when they looked into mine more.
i Missed the bus, I missed the train, I missed my period and I missed you. I missed my mom and my dog i missed everything that was. I missed sleeping , I missed drinking i missed, you. Remember you missed me to. We missed our high fives, we missed the target, we missed the show, I missed i missed I missed I missed I missed. I missed I misssed
They often ask whether I missed home when staying in a hostel. Frankly, I did not miss home at all. I liked living alone, because I could be free and do whatever I want.
I have missed buses and trains, appointments and even the occasional date but nothing compares to the feeling inside when I realised how much I missed you…
i missed the batt. i missed the ball. we missed the bus. we missed the plane. we missed the train. we missed the boat
missed is not seeing your friend or family members and not seeing any of the people you want to see. missed is sad, lonely and also very disturbing at the same time. everything is missed when the sun goes down and when the moon goes down everything is missed. people miss different people and animals miss other animals, everyone just keeps missing something.
I walked out of my chemistry classroom and saw you on the other side of the door. We caught gazes for just a moment, but I snapped my eyes away pretending we had just missed each other.
It’s nice to meet you again, sir.