When you don't see someone for a long, long time - or ever again - I reckon it's like climbing a steep hill. At first you miss them greatly and you really slog it out as you clamber up that slope. It leaves you perspiring and you wonder how you'll ever make it to that impossibly high top ground. It just seems too far away. Further and further you climb, until you forget how far you've come, and how much is left. Then it begins to level out and becomes so much easier, and you finally stand at the top. You can see down both sides, and you can see for miles and miles around you, and everything becomes instantly clear. You regain your breath and calm down, and then you make your way gently down the other side; the ordeal of what came before slowly fading from your mind, leaving only the surface memories. It's all about the journey.