I think you may meet many people in your life. Every encounter, good, bad, nostalgic, or regretful, will eventually become a silhouette in your memory and remain in the past.
What I miss is the past that cannot be returned, the distant future, and the present. The calm appearance stubbornly refuses to reveal the regrets in my heart. Those people and things that have left or stayed behind may be my choice, or they may be some kind of unchangeable force. But I have to admit that every encounter affects me and changes me.
Intention: What I miss