I miss you
Depending on a person’s insecurities, personality and interpersonal dynamics that come into play with others, there is often a preference between compliments received. For example, I’m very secure in my level of intelligence / wisdom. I’m less secure about my outward appearance / looks. So I feel more blessed to hear “You’re beautiful.” than “You’re smart.”
Similarly, as someone who pursues relationships with people I want to be close to, I am more touched by hearing “I miss you.” than “I love you.” I am quite confident that I am loved by others but never certain that I am missed. This may always be true for me because I’m a pursuer. I’m always the one who calls, who emails, who invites, who drops by to visit. Why? I really don’t have anything better to do than deepen relationships with people I am drawn to… at work, on my sports teams, at church, friends scattered around the world. For me, life isn’t about stuff. It’s about relationships. And because I am intense, passion for community translates into being a pursuer.
Amidst the flurry of my reaching out and thus people’s diminished need for (and glaring paucity of) reciprocation, I am not conscious of anyone missing me. “I miss you” is always news to me. So I am always deeply touched to hear that loved ones miss me, or think of me. It brings tears to my eyes. It takes my breath away. It’s like 100 warm hugs. It is a balm for my soul… to know that I am missed.
