I Miss The Old Me 소설 & 이야기

I sent him letters too since we were allowed inside to make one during our recreational activities. I miss everyone a lot. I miss my parents. I miss Avery and her daughter. I miss the lads. I miss Martha so much and our laughter together. I miss Gwyneth. I miss my twins. And most of all, I badly miss Milo. I cannot wait to see everyone after I come out here.

"To my dearest mum, I wanted to write a speech but I didn't know how. So Instead,I wrote something even better. I'm gonna tell you how many times I've missed you since you left. I missed you on that day you were dragged out of the hospital. I missed you on the day ,you were put under the ground. I missed you on the days after. I missed you when I got a job in New York. I missed you when I went to New York. I missed you when--"

"No, you don't so I won't give it to you Casey but know this: you're here and you're alive. And the moment your ready to feel like you can rely on people, I'm here; your nurses and therapists are here but you have to push yourself and you have to do it one day because if you don't, your going to be stuck and Casey, I know-" "MAX! The Casey you know is dead! The Casey everyone wants back isn't here anymore" "Then find her. Find her and drag her back because I used to love picking on you, I loved making you want to punch me every day, I loved making everyone else squirm when I was pissed but I miss the way you pushed all my goddamn buttons, woman." He misses the old person I once was. "And wha

He just leaned back in his seat and studied me for a long moment. “Do you miss it?” He asked suddenly. I blinked. “Miss what?” “Your old life. Before the trial. Before the murder. Before…” I waited for the last word, but it never came, so I just shrugged and answered. “I don’t know if I miss it or just miss having one. My job’s gone. My friend ghosted me. My family’s embarrassed of me. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk down the street without someone staring at me like they’re trying to match my face to a headline.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over, as I bared my soul to the stillness of the cemetery. "I miss you so much," I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the quietude of the surroundings. "There are times when I wish I could turn back the clock, undo whatever mistakes I made, and have you here with me again." The ache in my chest intensified as I spoke those words. I tried to summon her image in my mind, but all I could see were fragments of memories, like faded photographs. I knew that life doesn't work that way. Time moves forward, refusing to bend to the whims of our desires. The past remains etched in our hearts, but it can never be rewritten. It's a painful truth tha

I miss that house, my room, the old ladies. I miss my home tutor, I miss Andrew, I missed the study, I missed Nate's room, and most of all, I missed him. Oh wow, girl. When you make all of the list like that, I can't really tell that you do miss everything about those times. Yeah. Talking of old times Thelma. How are you? I don't like the fact that you are always there to help me and show out for me but you never give me the chance to do that for you.

I used to love meeting new people, love making new friends. But now, all of those things seemed like distant memories. Now, I was too scared to even leave my room. As I lay there, staring out the window, I felt tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. I felt like I was losing myself, like I was disappearing into the darkness of my own mind. I thought about all the things I had lost, all the things I had given up. I had lost my freedom, lost my confidence. I had lost myself. As the tears began to fall, I felt like I was mourning the loss of my old self. I was mourning the loss of the person I used to be, the person I used to want to be.

“Sweetness, I really don't know how to express all that is in my head. That is why I wish to put it down in writing; maybe, just maybe, you'd read in between the lines, get my message and forgive me. First of all, babe, I've missed you. I've missed us. I've missed what we were. I've missed what we used to be. I've missed what we could be. I've missed what we were going to be. Señorita, I've missed your touch, which sends tickles down my spine. I've missed your voice. Your melodious voice which shakes the foundation of my heart. I've missed what we were. I've missed everything and anything about you.

But today there was something I longed for, and I knew that no matter what I did, I wasn't going to get it. I closed my eyes and took a sip of my drink, It would be a good night. I'd probably end up with any woman in one of the hotel rooms. Tomorrow I'd wake up a year older, and this torture would be over. I'm getting older, and that, with it, I have one less year to live, although, to be honest, I've never felt very alive. I have everything, I always have. But I've also always been missing something, and when I finally found it, I let it go.

Like she had no idea she was breaking me. “Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “You sound off. “What's wrong?” I swallowed hard. I couldn't say it. Not like this. “I guess…I just miss how things used to be,” I said instead. She went quiet for a second “I don't understand…you mean before I met him?” “Yeah, I mean…no. I don't know.” I sighed, slipping my hands through my hair for the hundredth time. “I just miss us. Hanging out. Talking like this.”