Can You Miss Something You Never Had?

Is it possible that our souls create a space filled with eye gazes, words we never said, love we never shared?

Some call it crazy. Delusional. How is it possible that beyond physical contact or proximity, we still allow ourselves to feel?

I have this tendency to romanticize life, moments, people. So: can you miss something you never had? I wonder if that is what I have been feeling.

Because sometimes I miss.

I do not know what I miss. That nostalgic ache without a name. I cannot pin it down to a person, a moment, a feeling. But it is there. The ache itself. The missing.

Maybe I miss moments and people who have not yet arrived.

I do not know.

But I miss you.

I miss it.

I miss.