I Miss The Old Me Novels & Stories

Couldn’t he understand how their silence was affecting me? I’d done something I never considered doing before because I thought that they might like it. But clearly, I was wrong. “I miss my bakery,” I blurted out. “I miss having someone to call when something great happens or to run to when I get pissed. I miss not having to worry about what the future might bring.” I blew out a breath.

Thak gaya mai karte-karte yaad tujhko Ab tujhe mai yaad aana chaahta hu I have been missing her for years. I really wanted her to miss me... Flashback I still remember the way, I used to sing a song for her everyday. She always knew that the song was for her. I knew she was as crazy about music as I was. A smile was coming on my face thinking about old golden days. After that day when she came to school after 3 days, she changed a bit. She looked at me in a different way then she used to. In fact, she used to avoid looking at me earlier.

I've been here for eighteen days and I wish I could say I'm getting better. I'm getting worse. I'm being swallowed by my dark thoughts. I'm losing myself and slowly slipping away. This city is beautiful but not as beautiful as Miami. Maybe I’m being biased because it’s my hometown. It’s a place that has all my childhood memories and my family. I miss every single one of them.

It was funny how when we were younger we wished to be older but when we finally get old we realise how hard life is. We have to make tough decisions, decisions that might not be favorable to us but we have to make them. I remember how I used to run around in the meadow, I don't know what anyone says but I miss that time. I wished I could go back in time and change things but it had gone. This was my life now; destroyed, shattered. I was just beginning to pick up the pieces and it was harder than it looked. My mind wandered off to Nova’s presence earlier on.

I already decide that those little ways are what I will live for, scooping them off the floor and putting them together until I can make sense of them. Silence falls between us; I miss the old days too. I miss being his top student. I miss our study sessions. In between then and now so much of our lives has changed that the new version of myself, fumbling through corporate America, growing, maturing, looks unrecognizable from what I was when I started. “I should be really clear about something,” he says, leaning against his desk and facing me. “Okay,” I agree, nodding, but feeling a tight twisting sensation ravaging my guts.

I miss my little girl doing every sorts of crazy things with me. She's not same anymore. I see she never is going to be bullied in this case. She has become braver now. I have heard less of Miss Jones but yeah, I miss her a lot too. And finally, after a year, I am getting back to my country but as a different person and with a different name. It's crazy but yeah that's how the things are right now.

My eyes were brimming with tears as her words had me digging deeper into my thoughts. "I don't deserve you," I told her. "Oh, shush," she gushed. I pulled away leaving her to see the tears threatening to come out as it blurred my orbs. "I miss my old life sometimes. I miss going to school and cheer practice. I miss walking home from school, and waiting for my dad to get home from work. I miss watching movies with him, and joking with him as he tried his best to be my mother's father," I cried out. Her face fell as she walked me toward the couch.

"Do you genuinely not miss any of it? Any of it at all?" I thought about it. Actually thought about it, the way the question deserved. "I miss who we were in the beginning," I said honestly. "I miss the version of you that brought me coffee and remembered how I took it. I miss the version of me that existed before I stopped being a person and started being a function. But those people haven't existed in a very long time. And I'm not interested in chasing something that isn't there anymore." He didn't say anything for a moment.

"I didn't realize how much I missed this place, all of it, until now. How are you?" I had missed my friends, I realized, I had missed them desperately. I had forgotten how much they had meant to me, how much they had contributed to my life. Just because I loved my husband, that didn't mean that I needed to abandon every aspect of my old life. Some parts of it were actually pretty amazing. There had been a pretty significant time period for me where this was more of a home than my actual home. It felt wonderful to have it back again, even though I hadn't even realized I had missed it so much.

He asked if I am free and I am not and I replied to his question and ended it right away. There’s no need to beat around the bush. I sighed as I stared at my phone. I sure miss my family. I miss them every single day. But thinking of all the things that happened, I can’t really make myself come back that easily. And maybe if I came back, it wouldn’t be like before. Because I changed. I am stronger now. I am the new Ashanti Michaels.