Good Morning I Miss You Novels & Stories

~Denny~ ~ Heard you missed me.~

IVY POV Monday morning came too fast. I stood in front of my mirror, tugging on my jacket and fixing my hair when my phone buzzed on the bed. I ignored it at first. Then it buzzed again. And again. I grabbed it, my lips already twitching into a smile. RH: Hey baby, good morning.❤️ My heart skipped. Baby. God. Another message came in before I could even respond. RH: I miss you so much.😩😭

“…then listen to me.” My voice cracked. “You have to come back. I cannot do this without you.” Saying it left me exposed and raw, but . “I miss you.” A tear rolled down my cheek before I could stop it. I didn’t even remember the last time I teared up over a woman, and yet, here I was. “I miss hearing your voice. I miss arguing with you. I miss the way you looked at me whenever I said something stupid.” A weak laugh escaped me. “Which was more often than I would ever admit.” The laugh faded. “I miss you walking into a room. I miss your smile. I miss you. I miss seeing you and despite everything, knowing that things would be okay simply because you were there.”

Please wake up soon, I need to see that beautiful gree eyes again. Please.. I miss you..

I’m way too hard right now, fuck. With a pillow over my erection, I murmured, “Good morning, Jaan. I’m sorry for waking you up, but I needed to hear your voice before I start my day.” A sleepy smile spreads across her face, melting my heart. “Good morning. I miss you,” she replies, her voice husky and soft. “Sleep now. I’ll see you at the office. Jaan, I miss you.” I cracked a smile. I chuckled as she nodded and promptly fell back asleep. That girl loves her sleep.

How unforgivable. Jack raised his hand and struck himself across the face. Hard. But it wasn't enough. He hit himself again, his palm stinging from the impact. And then, without warning, the tears came. He couldn't remember the last time he had cried or what it had been for. But tonight, there was no mistaking it—he was crying for Jessica. He didn't sleep at all. When morning came, he left for the airport immediately. 'Wait for me, Jess. I'm coming.'

She was just a homewrecker, not even close to being on my level. … I drifted in and out of sleep, finally waking up to see the sun high in the sky. My phone was flooded with missed calls—all from Carl. One message read, "Meet me at the courthouse at 10:00 am." 10:00 am? It was already 3:00 pm. Just as I was about to turn off my phone and go back to sleep, another message popped up. "Do you have any idea what time it is? I've been waiting forever."

Maybe a text would suffice. “Good morning, Mr. Wright. I am sorry for missing your texts and calls. I just fell into a bad mood. I don’t think I really want to talk right now, so you don’t have to call. I will call you when I am feeling a bit better. Please don’t be mad at me.” Send.

" I try to imagine that you are coming home, that I hear your voice calling me from our bedroom door, I feel like I am going crazy just thinking that I will never see you again. I would give my whole life and I would pay anything to be with you again, and share beautiful moments, because the best time of my life has been when I have been closer to you. You have no idea how much I miss you. I miss you with all my heart, and although many say that not having someone close to you makes you forget them, I can assure you that I will never forget you, because I keep you deep in my heart, because your memory is for me the best of treasures, and I will take care of it for all my life.

I reached for my phone, my fingers flying across the screen as I pulled up my messages with Drake. Me: I miss you, baby. I’m coming to see you tomorrow morning.