All day long,
    two feelings pull,
    each fighting for attention,

    each stubborn enough to refuse letting go.

On one side—
   I miss her.

It’s quiet,
    aching,

    a longing that never quite fades.

It's a soft voice whispering—
    in every empty space,
    reminding me of her smile,
                    her touch,

    the way her presence fills a room.

On the other—
    the thrill of seeing her again.

This side laughs louder,
    sunlight breaking through the clouds…
    dancing through my thoughts,
    filling the future with color,

    countdowns ticking joyfully,
    plans scribbled in excitement…

    anticipation that can't be contained.

They tug and pull,
    back and forth,
    each moment a battle—

    a sweet frustration,
    both feelings relentless,
    neither winning for long.

But here’s the secret:

I love this struggle.

Because whether I’m missing her,
           or racing toward her,

   both sides remind me *exactly*
   how lucky I am…

   to feel so deeply about the same beautiful thing.