I Miss Her Novels & Stories

She still hides her sadness behind her smile and misses him even though she is always busy. “Why should I forget you? Daniel, I miss you, I will miss you for the rest of my life.”

"Fine...I guess." I feel her gaze on me, searching for some hint of how I'm really feeling. But I can't give her that. I can't let her see the pain, the emptiness, the darkness that's taken over me. "I miss you, Jade," she says suddenly, and her words cut through me like a knife. "I miss how you used to talk to me, tell me about your day, your problems. I miss your laughter. I miss having you with us at dinner..."

I’ve felt constantly uptight, sick with worry over how she is and in an eternally shitty mood over the fact we have never gone days without talking. We have never closed down on each other or just ended shit. Pissed at her, yet at the same time, I’m desperate to talk to her. To hear that gentle sweet voice that makes my day better and know that we can get through this. I miss her. Worse than bad.

I'm such a fuckup. I wonder if she thinks about me. Or misses me. I think about her every day. And I miss her every second. I want her back in my arms.

She was confused about whether she wanted to go? She missed him. It’s been four weeks when she last heard his voice. Four weeks of seeing him, waking up next to him. Her mother said that her heart already knew the answer so, she should listen to her heart instead of acting stupid. Mishri stayed in touch with her, but not once Mishri asked when she will come back. . She missed his morning smile, his messy hairs after an intense workout session, his naughty smirk, She missed him badly. She finally decided to do something instead of sitting here and missing him.

Not with her here, tucked against me, where she belongs. Because the truth is, I did miss her. More than I want to admit, even to myself. I missed her smart mouth, the way she looks at me like she’s not afraid of the monster I am. I missed the fire in her eyes, the way she fights me tooth and nail but still ends up in my arms. I missed the sound of her voice, even when she’s yelling at me. But most of all, I missed this—her warmth, her weight against me, the way it feels like I can breathe again when she’s close.

That I was feeling her against me again. “God, I missed you, baby girl.”

Though she is half better than me, despite all the misfits, I offer her to live with. Will I miss her when she is dead? My mother died when I was young. I couldn't bring her back. I was disappointed by death for the first time. My father died a few years later. This time, I also failed to forget the dead person. I felt the graveyard was at peace, but there was some noise in my life or the lives of living beings. My brother died, too. He died young. This time, I was also furious about death but couldn't understand it all. Maybe this time Amy will leave me. I don't even have time for her. Does she feel it? Will she thus plan to die in front of me as an offence t

I secretly took a pic of her just in case. I sighed. I miss her. Heck she has this effect on me that makes me just can't look at other girls. For 5 years, it doesn't change the way I'm feeling for her. Loving her is like breathing, looking at her rejecting me and even get back with her ex is killing me inside. I rather give up my dreams than losing her like this. What am I going to do to get her back? I miss her. Suddenly my phone rings. I opened it and there's a text.