Somebody who met me just yesterday already missed me today, so I’ve been told. It’s nice to be missed, for a change.
But I’m growing wary of those who miss you so much immediately; usually they can do it only on short-term basis. As soon as “tomorrow” eases into “next month”, there’s nothing left to be missed. The pure force of life leaves its damp stamp on our memory, fading away the vivid images to make room for the new ones.
I hate to admit it, but it’s all a question of how one perceives time. And that question remains yet to be answered, for time is such a relative concept.
There isn’t any timelessness to be found here.
You have to look beyond, and even then you may not see it.