They say when you miss someone, they probably miss you too. The thought of this being true makes me smile; it’s kind of like the universe keeping a secret from us. Hiding away each of our thoughts that go into space, floating around like bubbles of longing, love, anxiety and everything that we could possibly have felt and not let on to the ones we communicate with habitually. The thought of others having similar thoughts, feelings and us not knowing is both unnerving, and exhilarating. Why?

Because it sucks to not know when someone somewhere is feeling right about what you’re feeling. It’s exhilarating because for the moment that the thoughts are in your head, they are your own, no one can take away the moment of deep wonder, that hour and half you spent just staring into oblivion thinking about him or her, and that one little moment you shared. If you knew that the other person had you on their mind, what fun would the chase be? Would there even be a chase? Complications? Mindgames?


On most days I wonder, what would it be like if we walked around with a tiny bubble over ourselves; a bubble that encompassed every little detail we have thought of, feelings that we’ve felt and emotions that have run through our veins? What would it be like? To know the deepest most intimate secrets we guard in the vaults of our minds, only to be released into the bubbles we let out into cosmic space.

CHAOS. That’s what it would be like.

We thrive on intimacy. On feeling things people are not always privy to. That’s what makes us humans such needy social people. That bubble we so closely guard is the only reason we feel the need to share, to love and to hold on to another soul. Our very own âme-sœur. Soul mate. Kindred spirit. The one person we think can be our home, our escape and everything we need him/her to be.

The waves from our bubble, to theirs are magnetic. The attraction is inevitable. The consequences are almost always fatal. So when we miss someone, and they miss us too; I’d like to believe the universe sends us signs, and all we need to do is act upon those signs. Pick up the phone, act on an impulse, pack up our bags and travel the seas. Right? Right.

I don’t know why I wrote this, or why I spend so much time thinking of these obscure designs that I’m convinced the universe has for us. What I do know is that these theories of mine? They keep me going. They make me okay with being with my own bubble. And one day, I hope to find someone to share my bubble with. The one who person who will share my secret sins, random joys, who would manage my sorrows and most importantly the constant need to be loved, and held on to, unquestioningly.

They say when you miss someone, they probably miss you too. I think they’re right.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.