Novel & Cerita I Miss You Letters For Her

Just remember that, Raisins. I sighed, rereading the paragraph. A love letter disguised as concern. Or maybe... concern wrapped in love. I looked further down the page. I miss you — badly. I miss your smile, your warm eyes, the way you smell, the comfort in your voice. I know it’s cheesy, but I miss everything about you, Raisins. I’m sending you a photo — something to keep you company. Please write me back. Send a photo too, if you can. It’ll keep me going... just seeing your face, even on paper.

“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.

“Wife, how have you been? I miss you. Can we at least write letters to each other once per week? Are they feeding you well? Do they treat you well? If he touches you, let me know. I have a sniper standing by, ready to do it. Write back to me if you don’t want me to go there. Is it risky for us to meet in person?” A quiet laugh escaped my lips as I finished reading his message, the sound almost echoing softly in the silence of the room. My eyes began to sting, and before I even realized it, tears had begun forming at the corners of my eyes. It was such a simple letter—short, direct, and undeniably him—but it carried a warmth that wrapped around my chest and squeezed gently at my heart.

A grave, on which was inscribed with the words— —dont take life too seriously, no one makes it out alive. Ps. i love you, Wu. It was in her letter that she had left with the spray paint. What exactly was i doing? I heaved the paint from my paint, spraying the red color across the snow and i scoffed. “I miss you. And Mabel does too. She misses your cooking cos she knows it isnt me that’s gonna make three course meals for her as dinner—”

I groaned as I stretched and glanced over at my alarm clock. I ran a quick shower and sat in front of the mirror brushing my hair, a piece of paper caught my eye and I slowly dropped my brush and picked it up. I smiled the moment I remembered what the paper was, it was a love letter that Roberto had written some months ago. "I really miss you," I mumbled as I gripped the paper tightly in my hand. "I really do." 'Clara?' "Rae?" I choked out. "I have missed you so much."

It was a letter, stinging I had been trying to figure out for a while because it was in an envelope. “I noticed you have been trying to stay away from me. I know you have been doing this on purpose. You ignore my emails, texts, and all. I know I did something wrong, but can you at least give me a chance to make things right? I miss you, and I love you.” As I read the letter, the expression on my face changed, and I found my forehead being laced with veins. My chest paced, and I fisted my hands to control my anger.

Even though times are sophisticated, you can do it via chat, right? Slowly I began to open the letter, a little surprised at the beginning of the title. Want to know? Here I know. My favorite. All love to you, long time no see. I can only pray and pray for you. Sometimes a feeling of longing churned in my heart. So, let's meet. Talk about the past. Or even occasionally you look at me. I don't know, I miss the old thing. When we play in the rain I miss it. I just hope you have time. So, let's spend Monday tomorrow with me. Maybe it will be as much fun as it used to be.