I Miss Her Novels & Stories

Every day without her felt like a struggle, like a part of me was missing that I couldn't quite replace. As I lay there, I couldn't help but think about all the things I missed about her. The way her hair fell over her face when she laughed, the sound of her voice when she whispered my name, the feeling of her soft lips pressed against mine. I missed her more than words could express.

Even if it’s just to say she wants nothing to do with me. For some reason that makes too much sense now, I miss her with everything I am. I miss her voice, her touch, her smell—her. I miss the way she smiles, the way she holds my hand, and looks into my eyes. The way she says so much without saying anything at all. The way her silence sounds louder than a scream. The way her smile can brighten every fucking cell in my body. Shit.

Her hand rose to her face, pressing against her eyes as if she could physically stop the tears threatening to come. “I miss my father,” she said shakily. “I miss having someone older than me in the room. I miss not being the person everyone turns to. I miss waking up without dread already waiting for me.” Her breathing faltered. “I miss one day where nothing is on fire.” Ethan remained silent, letting her empty what she had carried alone for too long. Then she said the one thing she had not meant to reveal. “I miss you.” The words seemed to startle even her.

How I didn’t want to go even another day being on bad terms with her. God, I missed her.

In that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of us, lost in the thrill of our reunion. The longing in my heart swelled as I realized how much I had missed her. The sight of her face, the radiance of her smile - these were things I had taken for granted, and now their absence felt like a heavy void in my life. I had missed the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she laughed, the way her hair fell in soft waves down her back. Every detail of her face was etched in my memory, and I ached to see it all again, to bask in the warmth of her presence. The pain of missing her was a sharp ache.

“Hmm?” “I… I miss you.”

And also it’s not a simple ‘I miss you’ text to me. Can’t she understand that this is actually a big thing to me. Never in my entire life I had anybody who thought I was worth missing. Nobody ever told me that they miss me. Not even my parents. Not once. So it feels like being missed comes with conditions. I constantly feel like she expects something from me for missing me because how could she miss me if that’s something not even my parents do. But I don’t know how to explain that to her and show her that it’s not just a simple ‘I miss you’ to me. It’s something bigger and I don’t know how to deal with that. Me: That ‘whatever’ refered to me not being in the mood to explain anything.

I've fucking missed everything about her. “Oh sunshine,” I growled in annoyance, because no matter how bad I missed her, I can't go back to her, until this fucking meeting was over. “You have no idea how much I've missed you.” We've been talking with each other everyday, every night. And most times, she'll sleep off while in the middle of the call and I'll just sit on the bed, listening to her heartbeat, watching her sleep, as I wait patiently for her to wake up.

"Do I look like someone who is not fine? Okay fine, you never mentioned or deem it fit to call me about your returning!" "Hey be calm girl!" Boris quickly said has he saw the forthcoming anger from his best friend. " Am sorry okay, some things came up and I had to come back uninformed, besides you have been wanting me to come back right, so here am I bestie!" Boris tried to coax her with a puppy look. "Goodness!" Jessy sighed in defeat has she saw her friend childish's expression. " I missed you tho!" Jessy muttered and immediately went to hug him.

fuck, i miss everything about her. I miss the feeling of being with her, and each passing day it's getting even more worse. I don't feel the excitement of going to college anymore as I know that there's no one who can get my attention like her. I expect nothing that awakens my interest to go to college. I no longer feel the rush inside me to get ready and reach college before she does because I like waiting for her, and when she walks in with those cute tiny steps I would smile like an idiot watching her waving at me. my soul has lost that ignited fire of it, without her around me.