Missing

In these times of immediate communication, it is more and more rare to feel the longing and aching of missing someone. If I miss someone, I text.  Or email.  Or call.  Or visit.  Before that deep craving can fester into an insatiable appetite, I can get a fix, a nosh, something to tide me over and keep me from feeling the hunger of longing and missingness.

I am now in a committed relationship with a man and it is terrific, truly wondrous.  He and I both travel frequently, and ironically both have positions with companies in states other than the one where we reside together.  Thus, we are away from home a lot, and away from each other during the week more often than not.  While he is on my mind often, the craving and missing don’t kick into full force until about day 3.  And then they hit hard.   Often I attempt to satisfy that craving with a phone call, something which neither he nor I really enjoy, especially after a long day of work and talking.

So I wonder.  How about just plain old missing?  Not talking, not texting, just missing.  I used to know what that felt like, before it became so darn easy to stay in touch.  And I realize, I kind of miss missing.  Do you?