I don’t tend to miss people, on the whole.
You are there, I appreciate your existence, I regret the fact that we must part company but then… You are not there, I continue to appreciate your existence, and I anticipate with gladness the fact that we may meet again. But that’s not missing someone. My appreciation for you goes on hold while I have no contact with you, after I recommence contact it’s usually like we’d not stopped speaking - for me at least. But then I’m not good at detecting social subtleties like awkwardness. But still. I do not miss people, as such.
Except once in a while I will miss someone and it’s like a really deep and unreachable itch and my patience just evaporates. Come on, hurry up time, I can’t wait that long… That sort of thing.