I realized that you never really know how much you miss someone until you see them again. Until it occurs to you how much time you’ve lost with that person because of some trick the universe conspired to, and to think that all the good memories will only be a reward of a flashback instead of having the opportunity to make new ones. This is the moment i say, like so many times before, life is not fair. Holy crap in a gold basket.
There are always two sides of the story: either missing someone you’ll surely see again or missing someone you’ll just hope to be with again. Consider yourself lucky if you’re dealing with the first one because the latter entails a huge sacrifice, most especially if it isn’t what either of you chose.