Missing someone hits different when the connection was real. Not the fantasy. Not the potential. The actual moments, the presence, the softness, the way your nervous system felt safe around them. Sometimes you don’t miss the person — you miss who you were with them. The peace. The ease. The version of you that didn’t have to overthink or perform. And when it’s real? That longing doesn’t mean “go back.” It means you’re capable of that depth again. It means your heart still works. It means you’re