I never missed you.

I never missed you
I don't need to turn around to know who pats on my shoulder while I'm walking under the Narra tree.

I never missed you.
I don't have to find a new road because I can find you sitting on the bench at the corner of the street on my way home.

I never missed you.
I never stared at my cell phone waiting for you to call or to send a short message; my phone always rings.

I never missed you.
I never missed your hand. The hand that always hold my hand.

I never missed you.
Now tell me, how does it feel if someday there was no one patting on my shoulder?
Now tell me, how does it feel if someday I saw no one on that bench?
Now tell me, how does it feel if someday I knew no one would call even just for saying good night?
Now tell me, how does it feel if someday I felt nothing in my hand?

Thus, I never missed you.

vrdf.