How To Make Her Miss You Novels & Stories

I look at Kendrick. “Initiate Plan Bs.” “What's that?” “Make him fall for you.” She cringes as she says it and that's all the advice I need. “That's Bullshit.” “Exactly.” She deadpans and we burst into laughter. The laughter gradually comes to a somber reflection and the silence eats at my fears, “How do I make him love me?” Her voice grows distant, “Seduce him.” “Did it help?” Her eyes grows cold, “That was the only way I could've survived.”

Our first date. I ran my fingers over the cover. Cold. It sank deep. My tears finally fell, dotting the pages, washing the anger out. The closet was packed with our clothes and photos. Her blouses still held that soft lavender scent—her favorite. It used to calm me every time I held her. Now it just felt like a joke. She wasn't here anymore. I yanked everything down and tossed it on the floor, like that could burn the bitterness out of me. It didn't.

"Maybe you should suggest waxing…everywhere." And…she'd crossed the line. "Okay, that took it too far. I won't be able to erase the visual you just created of my best friend in precarious positions…hairless. Thank you for that." My laughter filled the line, and the sound of hers made my heart ache. "James?" Her soft voice was tinged with longing. "Yeah, babe?" "I miss you."

“Ooh, and here I thought someone wrote the message from her heart and was too shy to tap the send button. She unfortunately forgot to delete it, and someone else helped her out. Hehe, it's fine either way. Although you didn't miss me, I miss you so much. I miss your hugs, your kisses, your touch, the way you hold my hand, the way you caress me, the way you look at me, and even the way your skin feels. I miss your advice, and I miss reassuring you to be strong, knowing that you always have me to fall back on. I miss you, dearest wife. Can I get a kiss for the honest confession?”

She said almost yelling. "You don't miss me? I know I shouldn't have let you go at that time I was just scared and now you're back, I've realized how much I miss you. I miss you being in my arms, I've missed your laughter, I've missed the way you chat about the crazy stuff you love to do.. and I've missed your body..." "Stop Kyle.." she cut in and raised her cold gaze to him. Is he serious right now?

Her eyes looked a little watery and I suddenly felt a twinge of panic at the thought I might have made her cry. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, sweetness. I miss our dates. I miss what always happened after, or during. I miss just snuggling with you and talking until those last few minutes before we had to drag ourselves out of bed in the mornings. I just miss you. Please give me another chance.” I laid my heart bare and left it for her to decide what to do with it. She regarded me carefully, tilting her head in that assessing way she had when she was sizing up her opponent. I had a feeling she was about to eviscerate me.

unknowingly a blush crept on my cheeks. "I am coming there soon Mr. Shekhawat.."I said to his image and put yhe phone aside to finish the lined up projects. ****** “I wanted to send something cause I thought you’d like to know that I think a lot about you and I thought I’d say hello. The truth is not a second goes by without you on my mind. So many things I want to say; still the words are hard to find. But I don’t think I need big words to tell you how I feel cause when i say “I miss you” that’s exactly how I feel.” *********************************************** ~~Trishla Singh😃😃😃

How much I miss the way her eyes light up when she smiled. How much I missed the way she felt nervous under my gaze. How much I missed the feel of her soft ass in my hands. How much I missed the sound of her soft moans. I tried to think of other ways I might not have thought of to look for her. I didn't know much about her, sonit was rather difficult coming up with a solution. Just as I was hating myself for not being able to come up with something, an idea popped into my head.

“Seven who care about you dearly. Maybe we need to change the paper from being about you to about us.” “What do you mean?” “Well, maybe you should interview all seven of us, so everyone knows why we love you so much.” “Love?” She asked, and then I stopped to stroke her face. “Yes, love,” I smiled as her brown eyes lit up, and I heard the words that came out of her mouth, and everything about us seemed right. “I love you too, Pete Bannister. You’re right, I do love all of you, for different reasons.” “Oops, it looks like your bag just dropped to the floor,” I smiled as it dropped, and I planned for her to be skipping class.

She asks. I let down my guard and let her see every emotion swimming in my eyes. Let her interpret it in her own way. I reach up and brush my thumb under her eyes, wiping away her tears. “Because I missed you,” I say softly. She just continued staring at me. “I missed you so fucking much it was driving me crazy and I just couldn’t spend another day away from you. I needed to see you and hold you tight beside me while you bore me with stories about your day…”