Dear Mr President I Want You Back Novels & Stories

"I used to believe..." I continued quietly. "...that if I apologized enough..." "...or proved myself enough..." "...or reminded you how much we once loved each other..." "...everything would somehow go back to normal." I shook my head. "I don't want normal anymore." She frowned slightly. "What do you want?" I met her eyes. "A new beginning." Her expression softened. "Not because the old marriage didn't matter." I said. "But because I think..." "...that marriage ended a long time ago." The words hung between us painfully.

I asked, referring to that whole little show. "Did you not like it?" He asked, looking innocent. "I see you spent a lot of money getting all this organized," I said, lightly kicking some rose petals. "I'm a billionaire, babe. I can afford to exaggerate without fear," he replied with a shrug. "Okay, but you still haven't answered my question. I want to know why you went to all this trouble. Why did you do this?" I looked at him as being direct. "I thought you already understood," he said, pointing to the billboards that still projected the phrase. "It's written everywhere. I did all this because I want you back, Laura."

I don’t know what it was but I could feel my soul wanting him even more after his confession. “I’m not exactly home sick, I lived alone anyway.” I spoke. I should clarify things too, “I got fatigued not because I do not want to stay here. I’m just worried about the people I left behind. Once, just once, I want to tell them goodbye. A proper one, so that they are at ease and so am I.” I cleared my throat, “And uh-” I looked down to avoid looking directly at his face, “I want to come back.” I scratched my right cheek with my index finger, “To you.” I glanced at him. He seemed somewhat surprised but I decided I should just say it all now since he did too, “ I want to come back, because even i

So, even though I was hungry, I waited for him. I leaned back, closed my eyes while sitting on the reception chair. "Ma'am," A slight shake made my eyes open. "It seems Mr. President won't be back until around seven." I adjusted my sitting position upon hearing that from the janitor. "What?" I quickly stood up and checked the watch on my wrist. "Yes, ma'am, in fact, he came back this afternoon before leaving again. He was holding a mop and walked away to continue cleaning." I felt like exploding at this moment. It was my fault for falling asleep. But wasn't it right for him to let me wait like this?

I added. Her smile faltered slightly. “Of course, dear. What is it?” I caught the flicker of nervousness in her eyes like she wasn’t quite sure what I’d ask for. I held her gaze and said, clearly and calmly, “I want my house back.” She blinked, then smiled, relieved. Clearly, she'd been expecting something much worse. I almost wanted to ask what she thought I’d say. “I want my house back,” I repeated. “Ryan and I bought that house. He loved it. I loved it. And if I’m going to go back… I need to know that I’ll be returning to my house.”

After a long pause, I began talking. “Jordan, I miss you. I miss you much. I called because I just wanted to hear your voice. I just want to hear your voice, just your voice. I can’t live without you. I just can’t. Can you go back? Can we fix this? Please, I am begging you, please come back to me.”

“Good night, Mr. President.” I hung up the phone not waiting for his reply. I had to, because if I don’t I am pretty sure he would release an apocalypse of words again. Tonight is mine and my team’s night for a celebration party. I don’t want it destroyed just because of some overbearing man who wants all of his commands granted.

As she settled, she then asked, "So...What is this crazy idea you wanted to tell me, President Rean?" She smiled at him, casually asking. Rean looked at her eyes as he said the three craziest words Anna never thought of hearing this moment. "I already fallen for you deeply I love you my beautiful wife" Anna thought she heard him wrong, but he repeated it, "move in with me, Anna." "President Rean, if you are joking. It isn't a nice joke." She nervously laughed. "The problem is... I'm not joking." He answered with pure seriousness

“I’ll inform you on any update we have.” “I promise we will be back together very soon.” Henry said and Anaya held on to his words for strength.

She would think I wanted her only for her service, not for her heart. And if she believed that, then what would my grand gestures mean? What would it mean that I traveled all the way from Lake Side to Manderine View? That I stopped cars in the middle of the road and fell to my knees, begging her for just one conversation? Would all that mean nothing? “NO!” I typed furiously, my thumbs flying before the thought of hesitation could creep in. I wouldn’t let the screen stay idle for even a second. “I want you back because I missed us. Because I love you, Sarah. Please believe me.” I sent again.