You often think that loving someone means missing them. Because their physical presence is somewhere else, or your hearing directly from them has dwindled, you think they are away from you, and that if you love, you have to miss the overt evidence of them.
Other people and other places will not always be present. Your identity is not founded on them. It is not dependent upon them, their actions, or whereabouts, or their lack of action or whereabouts. Your misplaced identity founded on others is fiction, and fiction is fleeting.
Your identity is not a raft of logs to come apart in the high seas.
There is an "I" of you that has nothing to do with the world around you. Indeed, the world around you may be an impediment to your recognition of the truth of you. It is not for the world to tell you who you are or what your worth is. The world will lie, or, at best, a misinformed world will misinform you. It has misinformed you.
What is left when your friends are not? What is left when your so-called place is not? Something of you remains. You do not vanish. You keep. You are still here.
Pride and attachment which are not you and never were may get dented or abolished. But you are still you.
When you are dependent upon the world and those in the world for your validation, you have been betting on the wrong horse. You are sure to lose what you only imagined was part of you. A prop is a prop. A prop does not support you or very well or for very long. Don't lean on props. You don't need them. Let go of them and move on.
You are your own hero or heroine. You have My sanction and need no other's. My sanction holds up. You are never less than I say. You cannot be because I created you you and not someone or something else or less. I know what I created. I know you beneath all the matter that you have accumulated and clung to. You have held on to nothingness that falls apart in your hand. You don't need to hold on to anything, for you are strong.
You are strong in My knowledge. You are strong in My heart. You are strong in My courage. You are strong in My faith.
It matters what I say and what I think and what I feel. What you and others say and think and feel are drama whereas I am Truth. Make what I say important. Make yourself important in Truth and not in imaginings.
Love those you love, and be not dependent upon their love and attention. And make them not dependent on yours. Give the gift of freedom and unattachment, for love is made of them.
You are two butterflies whose wings touch and then fly away. Once touched, you are never left. The love lies between the wings, not in the touching of them. The touching of them is a sign of love that is. Love does not have to do with meeting or parting. Love is its own flying and its own soaring.
Kissing hello or goodbye is no difference. Physical location is immaterial. Love is material. Love is not ephemeral. Love is eternal and cannot be less or lost or displaced or dislocated. Love is not caught. It is let go. Give love permission to alight where it alights for the moment it alights and then move on. Love does not attach but alights. You cannot be away from love nor love from you. The manifestation of love is not what matters. Love matters.