Something inside

Yesterday I was talking about couchsurfing, on the radio. It was difficult to put everything in just 8 minutes, as I feel that I could talk for ages. Still I managed to focus on what it was important. Couchsurfing it's always way more than just about travelling. It's about friends and persons like you, that you meet on the way.
It's amazing the amount of special persons you meet thanks to this, and in the end sometimes I still feel something creeping inside showing me that something is really missing.
I miss all those moments I've shared with them for sure. Sometimes it's like being someone you always wanted to be, but that you can only be for some moments.