I Miss My Lover Novels & Stories

All his attention was fixed on me. “Question no 2,” I raised two fingers. “Go on,” he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. I asked the second question. A very difficult one then I returned to twerking and guiding my body in rhythm with the exotic beats of the new song playing in the room — a slow instrumental with the title, ‘You make me wet’. He guess and guessed again. He couldn't figure it out. I let him exhaust every thought he could conjure up before I told him, “Times up. You… lose.”

All types of cremes and perfumes were on display plus personal hygiene kits. Mish went back to the master bedroom, the room was quiet, she could hear the wind whistle through the window. She was sure it would rain tonight. Loneliness. Sadness. She had never felt so alone. Unbidden, her tears were flowing once more, sobbing, she buried her face on her pillows. Tormented, she cried in anguished. No one will hear her this time. When will this heartache end? -I love him- *** -"I love you, my beloved. Forgive me." Anguished laced his deep gravelly voice. Like he was in pain.-

I was the first to recover from the aftermath . "Your love is like a river, and without it,I am like a parched land,deprived of the life-giving water that it needs to flourish." I said in my deep slow voice which was more huskier due to the kiss . I saw her eyes snapped opened as she understood my intention . Tiny drop of crystal parted from her eyes drenching her cheeks. " I missed you so badly bambina..please do not get far away from me " I said delectably spilling my breath on her lips .

I closed my eyes, imagining her beside me, her hand intertwined with mine as we strolled through the garden together. But as quickly as the illusion had come, it faded away, leaving me with the reality of her absence. The pain felt raw, an ache that I couldn't seem to shake. I leaned against a marble statue, feeling the cold stone against my back. I looked up at the sky, the stars beginning to twinkle as night descended. "I miss you, Emily," I whispered, my voice carrying my longing to the night sky. The silence seemed to echo my sentiment, a quiet acknowledgment of the love that still bound us together.

@NAYANI POV@ every time I think of you I shed more than a tear or two darling I miss you so much even your eyes and tender touch why did we have to depart when we were bound at heart love for me was never a game and I still love you the same just like the way I love you I hope you love me too

Anna looked at him and nodded in affirmation. Immersed in the scent of flowers, twinkling in the lights of candles and ringing on the music player, the song was presenting a deceptive scene of the lounge. The song was playing in a very low voice. I love her She is my lover I love him, he is my lover That girl is not my life That girl is not my life His face is in his eyes His watch is in the words I am the way That is the destination Get it now In these beats he is very active

I wished he was here, with me, in this room that was full of his love I turned on the radio and heard his favorite song. I smiled and remembered how we used to dance to it, holding each other close, swaying to the rhythm. I missed his touch, his warmth, his heartbeat. I grabbed his jacket and wrapped it around me. I felt like he was hugging me, protecting me, loving me. I lay down on the bed and looked at his picture on the nightstand. He was smiling, his eyes sparkling, his hair messy. I missed his face, his eyes, his hair. I kissed the picture and whispered his name. I missed him so much. I hoped he was safe, he was happy, he was mine. I loved him, with all my heart, in this room that was

Henry Ford. My lover. “I miss you so much. Come see me at the studio.” Recalling the message I had sent that night, my lips turned up. I missed him so much. And I almost couldn't remember what he looked like–maybe because I actually didn't. I'd blame that on the accident. “Henry, I love you.” I said, my voice echoing through the big building. Maybe if I said that a million times, I'd actually come to love him. Or maybe not. Who was I kidding?

Deprived of even the most basic needs, food and water, the empty feeling in her stomach mirrored the void in her heart. "My dear Master, even though my memory of you is lost, I still feel a deep love for you in my heart. I wonder, do you feel the same way about me? I often find myself yearning for your presence, longing to know what you are doing at this very moment. Please tell me, where are you? and I miss you more than words can express.

I couldn't bear to meet her eyes, fearing that she would see the truth buried within me. "I... missed... home," I finally confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. It was a simple answer, yet it carried the weight of unspoken emotions. I missed home, but what I truly longed for was the familiarity of her presence, the comfort of her love that had once filled my days. Mandy's expression softened, her eyes brimming with understanding. She reached out and gently placed her hand on mine, her touch a balm to my weary soul. The warmth of her palm radiated through me, reminding me of the love we once shared.