How To Make Her Miss You Novels & Stories

No response. “I miss you. I miss you every day and it’s more painful than I can take. Every time I look at your pictures, I feel as though someone is stabbing my heart with needles. I can’t take it. You being in a place where I cannot see or talk to you just tears me apart and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.” A single tear fell down my cheek. “Just one more day. One day is what I’m asking for. Let me hold you just for one day and I promise it’s enough for me.”

" She received no reply on the other end. She send another text, instead. [Tab] Aviana: Concern emoji; "Ethan, are you still there? Okay…..i miss you, I miss kissing your lips, I miss the way you touch me, I miss the feeling that I get from your touches, I miss hugging you, I miss your smile. I miss everything about you. It's just that you're not here. Maybe if you were, then you would know how much I miss you. Please, text me back. [Double tab] Ethan: Three excitement emojis; "On my way!"

“I think this can help me decide if I want to be your girlfriend.” “It would just make us miss each other.” I pointed out. “Let’s make sure we make the most of the time we have together before I leave.” She stated suggestively. “I am going to miss you more and I might end up at your doorstep in Seattle.” “I’ll miss you like crazy.” She stated and captured my lips.

He wasn't looking at my laptop; he was looking at the way I held myself, his eyes lingering on the sharp line of my collarbone and the bruise-like shadows under my eyes. “I’m enjoying the silence,” I replied, my voice a soft, melodic contrast to the engine’s roar. “It’s a rarity in this marriage.” Bella let out a forced, tinkling laugh. “Oh, Maggie, don't be so dramatic. We’re going to Hawaii! It’s a celebration.” I didn't look at her. I kept my eyes on Eddie. “Is it, Eddie? Is that what we’re doing? Celebrating?”

pink stained your cheeks in your sweet admission. “I felt The I miss you .” My chest hurt. “I would say I missed you too, but that wouldn't even begin to express the hell I've been through the last few years. three months without you. Never more. No step one day without having you to mine side. Damn, even one time can be a long time for me.” She smiled. “Well, I hope you can spare at least a few minutes” – she turned around and placed her hands on my chest – "why I necessary to do pee." She me pushed to outside the bathroom.

I try once more and text her one more message. ME: Babe, I wish you would just send me something. Just a little something to let me know you’re okay. I’m going crazy. I missed you today, I missed kissing your cherry lips and smelling your sweet scent, and I really missed holding your hand today. I guess I’m going to try and get some sleep. I hope I’ll see you tomorrow at school. Sweet dreams babe. I know I’ll be dreaming of you.

Phoebe's heart raced uncontrollably, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. Her gaze, filled with longing and vulnerability, silently conveyed the words she couldn't speak: Do you miss me as much as I miss you?

That was when she finally broke. Her fingers slammed on the keys, creating a harsh sound that echoed. She turned to me with tears already streaming down her face. “I miss you, Momma…” she whispered, voice cracking. “I miss how you touch me. How you make me feel. The way you kiss me… the way you fuck me until I can’t think straight.” She started crying harder. I quickly pulled her into my arms, hugging her tightly against my chest as she sobbed. “Shhh… baby, don’t cry,” I murmured, rubbing her back slowly. “I’m right here.”

I said, “I’ll do this clean. I’ll come back to you. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. I’ll make this work for us.” She inhaled, “Do you miss me?” “I miss you like a man misses breath,” I said, words heavy and true in the way I wanted them to be for her, “Every night. Every stupid little thing you do, the way you hum when you cook, the way you fold the laundry, the way you pray before you sleep. I miss it all.” Her laugh was torn and half-sob, “You and your silly lines,” she murmured, “Just come home. Come home to me.”

Just remember that, Raisins. I sighed, rereading the paragraph. A love letter disguised as concern. Or maybe... concern wrapped in love. I looked further down the page. I miss you — badly. I miss your smile, your warm eyes, the way you smell, the comfort in your voice. I know it’s cheesy, but I miss everything about you, Raisins. I’m sending you a photo — something to keep you company. Please write me back. Send a photo too, if you can. It’ll keep me going... just seeing your face, even on paper.