How To Make Her Miss You Novels & Stories

“Whenever I miss you. I've told you, don't worry too much, I'll come to you okay?” She nodded excitedly, her heart filled with warmth. Brent paused in his steps, he dropped her luggage and pulled her into a hug, “Be good, okay?” She raised her face to meet his gaze, which was on her. Brent was much taller than Tiffany, she couldn't kiss him directly, apart from tiptoeing or Brent bending down a bit. She smiled and tapped on her lips, “Here, kiss me.” Brent smirked, his arms still coiled around her waist, as she pushed against his sturdy body, “Yes ma'am” he murmured, and lowered his head to capture her lips.

“Sweetness, I really don't know how to express all that is in my head. That is why I wish to put it down in writing; maybe, just maybe, you'd read in between the lines, get my message and forgive me. First of all, babe, I've missed you. I've missed us. I've missed what we were. I've missed what we used to be. I've missed what we could be. I've missed what we were going to be. Señorita, I've missed your touch, which sends tickles down my spine. I've missed your voice. Your melodious voice which shakes the foundation of my heart. I've missed what we were. I've missed everything and anything about you.

I turned her around to face me and all I could see was doubt on her eyes. Why isn’t she believing my words? “I miss you.It’s been really hard for me since you left.You’re on my mind every second of the day.I hate it that you’re not home with me.I’ve been sleeping in your bed because it smells like you,because I wanted to feel you in any way possible.I miss you.I miss us.I miss everything we shared.Being without you for weeks now makes me feel like a living corpse.It’s like my soul is away from me.Please give me a chance,Maliyah,please.”

Don’t think I don’t want to because I miss you with all my heart and then some xoxo I wait, we’ve only got a few minutes before wheels up nothing comes through straight away. She must be busy with her planning. Instead, I kick my legs out in front of me to stretch them, take a hefty sip of my whiskey and lean my head back. God, I fucking miss her like no tomorrow.

She stopped, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "And you?" I prompted gently, urging her to continue. "I miss you," she blurted out, the words tumbling over each other in a rush. "This whole thing, it's made me realize how much I miss you, how much I miss us." Her words were a balm to the raw ache in my chest. "I miss you too, Kendall," I confessed. "More than you know." A shaky smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She leaned in, the space between our bodies shrinking until our breaths mingled. "Then hold me," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I hug her tightly. I cup her face and showered her with kisses while my tears flows nonstop. "I miss you so much! I miss you!" I consecutively kisses her and hug her. "I promise to never ever let you go." I keep repeating these words. "I-I miss you too!" She utters that made my cheek turned red. I lean closer and made an eye connection before slowly kissing her gently. I can feel her lips moving along mine and the bitterness of the tears falling from her eyes.

She leaned back a little and said, "I miss you. Can you show up in front of me immediately?" "Why don't I make a wish from the heavens to have it bring me to you immediately?" Stacy smiled and said, "Then you can make a promise." "You haven't said that you miss me. How can I make a wish?" Zong Jingzhe chuckled. He just wanted to hear that she missed him. Stacy didn't hide her true feelings. Instead, she said tenderly, "I miss you, I miss you very much."

I wiggled my eyebrows. "Well, they do say absence makes the heart grow fonder...." Her face contorted into one of deep contemplation, fake contemplation if you may, gazing at the roof of my room where the ceiling fan dangled idly by. "So you missed me?" " I wouldn't say I missed you , that's laying it on a bit thick," Her eyes were back on me , a playful look on her face at the frivolous banter. "Then what would you call it?" I gave a lopsided smirk as I watched her tongue dart from inside her mouth to lick her bottom lip in a mesmerizing motion, making her lips look ten times more kissable as it glistened slightly with saliva.

His gazes, His grin, His assertion, His chuckling, His stresses over her, and so on. The manner in which he had trimmed her hair, and tied it around his neck, The manner in which he told her he adored her, The manner in which he told her his last goodbye, The manner in which he kissed her and that's only the tip of the iceberg. She held her chest, allowing her eyes to bring out additional tears. She held her head down on the window rails, crying delicately, not believing the others should hear. "I truly miss you so much, Lucas" She murmured.

She waited, her brows slily furrowed. “I miss you.” The admission tasted embarrassing. “I’m still angry. Really angry. But I miss you.” That one hurt more than anger, because it was true. I missed our conversations over breakfasts. The bad gossip. Her dramatic commentary. Random movie nights. I missed my friend. Her eyes widened, then filled with tears almost instantly. “Oh my God, don’t make it weird,” I muttered. She laughed through the tears, the sound watery and relieved. “I hate you.” I added.