I Miss The Old Me Novels & Stories

"I don't know who I am anymore. Since I came here, it's like I don't even recognize myself." The tears come, and I don't try to stop them. I miss my old life. I miss my friends, my good memories, and my dad. I miss the innocence I once had. An angry sob escapes me, and I cover my mouth as the tears come faster. I don't want to cry in front of him. The last time I cried in front of anyone was when I came home from my first bad date. And I was fourteen. Even at my father's funeral I kept it together, all the emotions locked away in my heart.

“I know it sounds pathetic.” “No.” His voice came sharper than expected. “It sounds heartbreaking.” Silence filled the car again. Rain. Traffic. The low hum of the engine beneath too many truths finally spoken aloud. Ava rubbed lightly at her wrist before speaking again. “You know what is strange though?” “What?” “I do not think I miss the old version of us anymore.” That got his attention immediately. She looked toward him carefully. “I used to hold onto memories of the beginning constantly. Like maybe if I waited long enough we would become those people again.”

He knew how shy I was and how uncomfortable I felt in crowded places and so he never left my side throughout the night. I blinked the memory away before replying " no. I'm not an outdoor person, I mostly prefer to stay at home " " Then I guessed right too" " Very funny " I smiled and watched Dani deep his hand into my popcorn. I just watched him, my mind far away. " I don't know if I miss my parents, " I spoke nearly absent mindedly " but I miss home. I miss my neighborhood. I miss my work, even though it's shitty most of the time because of my boss, " I chuckled at my own joke " I miss my best friend, Maddy. We always walked to school and work together. We were pretty much the pair. I miss

Missed: The illusion of love. Didn’t miss: The reality of control. It was like retraining my brain — undoing the fantasy he sold me with truth I could no longer ignore. By week four, I started remembering who I was before him. I went back to church. Not out of guilt or routine — but because I missed the peace it gave me. I met up with old friends. The ones I pushed away because “he didn’t like them.” The ones who asked, gently, “How did it get that bad?”

"Really doing." "I'm okay" I said. I meant it. "Some days are harder than others. I miss having help with Nathan. I miss having someone to talk to at night. But I don't miss the chaos. I don't miss walking on eggshells or wondering what crisis is coming next." "Do you miss Damian" Tanya asked. I thought about it honestly. "Sometimes. I miss who he used to be. Who I thought he was. But that person maybe never existed. Maybe I just saw what I wanted to see."

“That’s not what I mean. I just… I don’t know, Sarah. I miss you.” I froze, my heart skipping a beat. I miss you. The words hung in the air, and for a second, I didn’t know how to respond. Part of me wanted to scream, to tell him that he had no right to miss me after everything he’d put me through. But another part of me—the part that still cared, no matter how much I tried to deny it—felt a pang of something I couldn’t quite name. “Richard,” I said, my voice softer now, “I’m not the same person I was when we were together. And I don’t think you are either. But that doesn’t mean we can just pick up where we left off.”

Before I could think about it, before I could talk myself out of it, I crossed the space between us. And I hugged him. Wrapped my arms around him like I used to when I was small and he was my entire world. Before Grandfather. Before the cartel. Before I understood what we really were. For a moment, he was rigid as though surprised. Then his arms came up slowly. Hesitantly. Like he’d forgotten how to do this. He held me. And I felt something crack in my chest. “I miss you,” I whispered against his shoulder. “I miss who we used to be.”

“It’s real. You’re burning out, Savannah, and the worst part is you’re pretending like nothing’s wrong.” I bit down on the inside of my cheek, forcing myself not to react. If I gave an inch, she’d keep pushing. But when she stood and grabbed her bag, her parting words slid under my skin like a blade. “We miss the old you.” The old me. She was gone the moment the dealers painted a target on my back. I wasn’t here anymore. I couldn’t be.

Syrel said and she laughed with Jane simultaneously. “I miss those good old days...” I said sadly while staring from afar and remembering those memories. I had fun for four years of studying in that school. Happiness is irreplaceable. I am still looking for it now. If I could go back to that time, I will tell myself to enjoy and cherish it more. If I could only talk to myself, I would like to stay him happy. Don’t get me wrong. I am happy now but not like I used to be before. It feels like something is changing to me as time goes by. I don’t even know if how can I can back myself. I don’t know if there is a chance to bring my old self back. The old self of mine without Gio. Without these fee

For some reason, I thought I was alone, but I had a mother who always chose me whatever happened. I immediately wrapped my arms around her waist, burying my face on her stomach. In a second, she lay down on the bed with me and pulled me up until I buried my face on her chest. “I didn't know your father picked you up. Did he scold you?” “I miss you, Mom.” She chuckled at my words. “What do you mean? We just met the other day.” I miss the old me in the past. I miss the feeling of not troubling myself about a man