the person who makes your coffee every day would miss seeing your face and bantering back and forth with you.
the person who you see every day on your way to work or school would miss exchanging smiles with you.
the cashier at the store you go to every so often would miss asking you about your day and hearing your descriptive explanation of it.
the person you sit next to in class would miss hearing your little remarks.
the librarian would miss seeing your face when you enter the library and head straight for the section you always go to.
your teachers would miss seeing you in their classes. they’d miss your quick answers or shyness. they’d miss the way your face lights up when you get an answer correct or how it twists into confusion when you don’t understand the question.
your friends who you see every day would miss talking to you, miss your smile, your face, everything. they’d miss being around you and ranting to you and hearing you rant to them.
if you were gone, how would they react?
the person who makes your coffee would go to make it when someone else came in who ordered something similar and almost write your name on it. they would nearly forget to ask them for their name, and would have to stop themselves from calling out yours.
the person you pass by would wonder why you suddenly weren’t there. as days turned into weeks, they’d figure it out and get mad because if only they’d finally had said “hi” then maybe you wouldn’t have done it.
the cashier would wonder what happened, if you started going to another place, if you moved, etc. after a few months, they may, too, put the pieces together.
the person you sat next to in class would look to your now empty seat at a time where you would’ve made a remark. their eyes would widen when they found out the news, and they would miss you instantly.
the librarian would either wonder when you’d come to the library next, or they’d hear your name, like the rest of the school. you always looked so cheerful and excited when you headed towards “your” section, so why?
your teachers would most likely gasp, hand over their mouth when they were told the news. you were always such a good student, and they had always liked all of their students. but to hear the news would devastate them, maybe to the point where they would blame themselves.
and your friends. they couldn’t tell; you always hid it so well with smiles and happy stories and cheering up them. they would be angry at themselves for not have asking you if you were okay that day, for not getting to know you more, for not doing anything they could’ve to stop you, even though they knew they couldn’t have. they would blame themselves the most, because they knew you for years. you were so close to them and them to you, but they couldn’t even figure out that you weren’t okay.
i’m not saying that these would all be your fault, that’s not what i’m saying at all. what i am is that you would be missed. everyone who’d ever met you or talked to you or even glanced your way would miss you.
so never say that you wouldn’t be missed.