I seem to have two settings when missing someone a lot:

1. Don’t give a flying fuck whether the person in question is alive or dead
   
   
2. I become Miss Havisham still awaiting her husband-to-be in her wedding dress surrounded by a rotting house, food, and clocks stuck on the same time until person in question returns to my side or I die

I realize I’m a very fucked in the head individual, but I really don’t care.