I can’t get what he means.
Well, for a new game, it’s unclear what he means. The closest thing I can find is that he “misses” his daughter, which is all I’m going to say about that. But there’s also this: “He says he misses me” which I think is kind of vague too.
Well, we know he has his sister and they are a family, but I dont think he is going to be the one to tell his sister. But I think it is clear that he misses his daughter and Im sure his family will be a bit more attentive to her. Also, we get this. “I miss you too but I can’t seem to find you.” Which I dont think is good news for her.
When you go on an adventure, you learn to love your family, but they aren’t always on your side. We’ve all been there. And I’m sure a lot of other people are there too. But that’s not the worst thing about your family. The worst thing about them is that they are never the same.
Well, I know I miss you. But Im not feeling the same. I feel like Ive gone missing too. I think Im going to start looking for you more often. I feel like Ive been missing you more lately. I think that is why Im feeling so distant. Im not sure anymore. I really dont know if Im ever really gonna be there for you. I think Im going to find myself being distant from you again soon. I see Im missing you again.
If you’re not sure whether or not you’re going to be there for your loved ones, then you’re going to feel a lot of guilt about not being there for them. And if you are, that’s going to make you feel distant, no matter how much you want to see your family more.
We all know that guilt is a normal reaction to feeling distant, but there are times when it can become a very unhealthy thing. I had a friend who started feeling guilt about how he treated his parents after they died. He ended up blaming himself for not being there for them, and then he started to withdraw. He started to feel this emptiness inside him that he couldn’t shake. He was so distraught that he had to see a counselor.
I know this feeling. When I was a young man, I had a very similar thing happen almost exactly the same way. I started seeing this man named Mike who I used to go out with from time to time. He was also from Philadelphia, but I never spoke to him. One day he called me up on the phone and told me to pick up a package at the post office.
When Mike called at the post office, he told me to follow him. I did. When we got there, he had this strange looking box in his hands. I asked Mike what it was. He opened it and pointed to a black velvet box. I asked him what was in the box, and he said he doesn’t remember. I asked him why not. He said it was just some things he didn’t want me to see.
He says it’s a personal thing, but he’d wanted to show me but thought it was too risky, so he put it in a box and forgot about it forever. It turned up in a yard sale years later, and the person who owned it when he bought it wanted to sell it. The box was probably too big to hold anything, so it was left to rot.