Are you missing someone special?!
Question: Good question Cherry!!
*looks at Jeremy R*
Answers: Good question Cherry!!
*looks at Jeremy R*
Yes i am..... ;(
Nope.
yes i am i missing my hubby:(
Yes! My bloody picture!!!
Maybe!
Yes my whole family I can't wait until Christmas so I can see them again. : )
yup! should i drag the lake?
Yes...
my grandpa who died 8 years ago!
yes!!intensly!! my fiance....
not at this moment
Yes - and I will speak to him tonight.
:)
Yes. I am missing how it used to be with my husband. You know...when we were in love with each other and when we cared what the other thought.
Yea, I miss that. Sigh...
yes i am
Sometimes, but most of the time I am OK. When I stop and look at her life now.......I gotta say..phew....dodged a bullet there!
yes. my ex close guy buddy but now he has left me ever since he has got a new girl. I really missed him a lot.
no i have a good aim
yes both of my parents Imiss them both so much.stephen1
He must not have been too special or he wouldn't have packed his bags and left while I was at work the day after he told me he wanted to marry me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeah. I tried to line him up in my sights....
But he got away! Bugger! Bugger! Bugger!
My Parents,very much so.
I am missing HER maybe someday WE will be together as one.
Yeah a lot...I don't know why....we were always playing pranks on each other and I should feel relief but I always keep thinking of him and miss him a lot.....very much indeed
I don't have anyone special =(
My kids!
yes really am and missing texas
I miss my sweetie! HIM?...very much! =D
I miss him so much...
yes, but the missing is turning into resentment, which is a lot easier to deal with.
Yeah I keep missing her because she notices me in the streets when I aim at her. One day, I'll come up behind her unawares and then.... I wont miss! lol
I do miss my parents since they left this world. They were not perfect, and my father was an a.s.s much of the time, but they were still my parents and once they were gone, I have a hole inside of me that will never be completely filled up.