Friends of the Heart

I have friends and family I miss. Not a simple, “this person would say blank if they were here.” Yes, I do miss that but it’s something different that I really miss.
I miss the bear hugs from one of my friends, and the constant pushing for me to do better and helping me get there from another. I miss my friend that was just like a sister to me and our workouts together. I miss my friend who I would have long talks full of nothing and short words full of everything.
My heart hurts in missing the hugs, the pushing, the sister and her workouts, and my heart misses the multitude of words.
When I see them again, my heart jumps out at them, almost as if to say, “Look at me. You scared me. I thought you wouldn’t come back. But you’re forgiven because I love and miss you.”