That thing called "Missing"

The last time I saw you, except last night, was on September 12. Last night was nostalgic. I was in the room where I used to sleep. I was with the people whom I used to talk with. But most of all, 'twas nostalgic talking to you again.

Simple. I MISS YOU.

err. understated. I MISS YOU SO MUCH.

I don't hate you. I can't, because I understand you. My previous blog was all driven with pride. That blog is supposed to uplift my spirit, to encourage me to not miss you. But again, I can't hate nor not miss you.

I'm missing our talk-'til-4am sessions.

I'm missing the lechon manok meals.

I'm missing the dota sessions.

I'm missing the movie marathons.

I'm missing the you-cook-the-rice-i-take-charge-of-the-sud-an habits.

I'm missing you.

I'm missing US.

Why is there such thing as missing? Ruins my praxis presentation.

err. I'm off to praxis presentation. Oops, I am still to make my powerpoint presentation.

ps I miss you.