How To Make Her Miss You Novels & Stories

She's probably was fast asleep right now, her mouth parted slightly as she makes little sounds in her sleep that I find so adorable. I take my chance and text her anyway, the empty feeling inside me increasing further and further. I miss you. I send the text and swallow the lump in my throat, feeling like a part of me is physically missing. My heart aches painfully for her and all I want is to have her back in my arms.

Zac Malvon "I'll miss you" Cailey said and I smiled "Of course you'll miss me , it will be weird if you're not" I said and she pouted "It's 8 hours left" She looked at the clock. She kept looking at the clock again and again. I chuckled and I will miss this a lot I kissed the side of her head , she's looking at the ring. She's sad and didn't want to let me go but she kept lying that she's fine and she can let me go that easy. Cailey , I know you too well , you can't lie to me

I miss you. I feel so alone and lonely without you here with me. Are you busy? Please call me when you see this. ' I miss you. 'These three words kept ringing in my head, she missed me but I missed her more now. I miss her more than I have ever had. I feel like I should say something to her, I feel like I need to give her an explanation because she deserves one. But what can I say to her? I am sorry, I don't know how it happened?

"Ummmm??? I don't know if I missed you or not. But yes I was craving your tight hug so much. " "That's what missing is like crazy " I said as I giggled at her cuteness. "Well than maybe I did. " she said as I chuckled."Than say it." "No?!!" "say it " "Okay. I … Missed… You " she said as I laughed she was sounding like I was asking her to commit crime at police station. "Now say My Dear Vee" "Really? Get lost " she said as she hunged up. As I laughed and that remembered God. I haven't convince her dad yet

He said, but she paid no attention, and just enjoy their closeness. She tightens her grip on him taking in his cologne. "I miss you." She said. What do I have to do to make her stay away from me? He thought. He forcefully loosens her grip on him and gesture her to seat down. "You shouldn't be here, I have told you it can't work between us." Christ responded, hoping she would change her mind. "I will wait until you start to love me, I can make you learn to love me, please." She begged, tears welling up in her eyes.

He didn’t respond well when I told him I’d miss him. “Master Orlando hadn’t been with a woman since college.” Her dark hand wiped my tears, and her kind eyes bored into mine. “I noticed the way he looked at you when he brought you home for the first time. He might not acknowledge it now, but I’m sure he likes you too.” “What do I tell him?” “Tell him how you feel. Keep it simple.” With a sigh, I took the phone. “I miss you,” I typed and hit send. My heart thumped louder, anxiously anticipating how he would respond. “I miss you” was safer compared to “I love you,” but my mind worried and imagined every negative outcome.

My phone buzzed again three times, four but I ignored them all, because if it wasn’t her calling to scream or cry or say goodbye, then it wasn’t worth answering anymore. What would I say if she did call? Sorry, I let you go? Sorry, I kissed you once and made you think it mattered. Sorry, did I make it matter? The truth is, I miss her. Not just her scent or her laugh or the way she walked into a room like she was trying not to be noticed but the fire she made me feel. She made me want to be better. She made me forget I was supposed to be cold. And now she’s probably lying in bed with him, whispering secrets into his chest, giving him the version of herself I only ever got in fleeting, stolen

“…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.”

She didn't know why, but the cold wind seemed to remind her of Derrick and the emptiness she felt without him. Tears began to well up in her eyes as she thought about him. She missed him so much, and she couldn't help but wonder where he was and what was happening to him. As she stood there, crying silently to herself, she felt a sudden urge to reach out to him. Without thinking, she pulled out her phone and started typing out a message to him, pouring out all her emotions in a flurry of words. "Where are you? What's taking you so long? I miss you so much. Please come back soon. I can't handle all of this without you."

I whisper to her. She stays quiet on the line. I imagine her biting her lip and blushing. " You're a bad boy, Killian." She tries to sound more confident, but I can hear her wetness in her voice. " I really do miss you, and I can't wait to see you tonight." " Me neither. And why don't you show me how much you miss me when we get to your bedroom. You can show me with your hands, your lips, and even that whip..." She purrs, softly and seductively.