Missing a piece

Normally I put a quote or something that I think somehow connects to what I’m blogging about. But today I want to dedicate this to anyone who misses their mum, dad, sister, brother, grandfather, dog or even country. Now whether you miss this person or thing because their gone or because you’re apart, its always hard. I walk around the world smiling, laughing and chatting but everywhere I go I feel as if something is missing. As if this little piece of me has just disappeared. I get this ache that affects me, if I sit down for too long and think about it the world starts to blur. To mix colours until I realise that I can’t see properly. Because all I want is a hug, from the right person to take away this ache. To fill that whole in my heart with love and happiness. Now I’m not saying that I can’t operate without this person but something’s just missing. I count down the days, minutes and seconds until I can see them. There’s this whole other life waiting for me, but like everything you have to wait. To sit in your spot until you can move. Because although i'm terrified to move, to create change. What's the other alternative, to stay stuck? I've always been determined and i'm not about to let this stop me. But until i can move and reunite i'll try to make the best of things. But one thing i always try to remind myself is you don't have to be strong all the time. It's impossible, sometimes you've just got to let those cracks show.