I Miss You Letters For Her Novels & Stories

I just missed you too much, So I wrote those letters. I hope at least this letter reaches you. I want you to know I never forgot you in our years apart. I remember you every minute, every second, every breath I take. You always complain about how I don't say the words you want to hear. Well, I'm saying now, "I love you, Elizabeth." And when you come back, I'll keep on saying that, Because being separated from you made me realize I don't want to regret not saying what I feel at the end of my life. I want you to hear and know that I love you. I always do.

That is the only thing that lasts. Use it well. I love you. Mother. I read the letter again. Then again. Tears streamed down my face. Lily touched my cheek. "Are you sad?" I picked her up. "No. I am happy." "Then why are you crying?" I kissed her hair. "Because I miss her." She hugged me. "Barnaby says it is okay to miss people." I held her close. "Barnaby is right." Rex took the letter. Read it.

You hold an incredibly special place in my life, and every single moment we spent together was a precious treasure that I will forever cherish in my heart. Please do hate me. Take care of yourself and good care of Austin. He needs you in his life more than I do. I love you and I miss you. ~ Yours Jacob. As I finished reading the letter, my heart sank and tears welled up in my eyes. The weight of sadness, longing, and anger overwhelmed me, like a storm crashing against the shore. Jacob's words pierced through my soul, leaving me feeling shattered and lost. I miss you, Jacob, I really do.

Ama sempre e per sempre tua madre xx. (I will love you always, my little treasure. Never forget that. Love always and forever your mother xx) I kiss the letter and clutch it to my chest and sob silently. I smile, looking up at the clear blue sky. “I love and miss you all so much. I know you are with me. Until we meet again.” I say, blowing a kiss up to the heavens. I fold the letter and place it back in the envelope and place it in my pocket. As I stand, I walk towards my family.

Her hand trembled but she continued writing. Sometimes I still hear you in the rain. Sometimes I hate that I miss you. But maybe that’s part of living again—feeling everything, even the pain. “Yours once, but not anymore.” She stared at her words for a moment before folding the paper neatly and slipping it into one of the envelopes with no stamp and no address. She mumbled, “Just letters without stamps…sent to ghosts that can’t read.” Over the next few days, she kept writing. Every letter began with “Dear Vincent,” and ended with “Yours once, but not anymore.”

These were letters from a lover and he received and wrote back to this lover. “...I know I shouldn't have visited but I couldn't help but wonder why you left and if it was maybe…because of me. Love, Your Ray.” “....Can you please answer me? It's killing me you know? I thought I could bear it but I can't anymore. I need you…and even if I didn't say it enough, I love you and I yearn for you. Love, Your Ray.” “....I know I can't send you a text or call you or show up unannounced like I did before. That's why I'm sending these letters. I'm coming to Massachusetts to see you. I have to see you…I need to…I miss.

I can’t help but heave a big sad sigh. I almost call her but, I type instead: We had a deal. They’re here. You can come spend time with them whenever you’re ready. They miss you and they keep asking for you. I stare at it for a second, then press send.

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.

I loved you through every visit and every letter and every moment of the last three years when loving you was the only thing that felt real. And I'm going to keep loving you. Even when I'm free. Even when proximity makes it harder. Even when we have to figure out what this actually is instead of what we've been imagining it could be. See you in five days. — C. I read the letter. Folded it carefully. Put it in the box where I kept all the others. 156 letters. One for every week he'd been gone. And in five days, I'd find out if they'd been enough.

“ Falling in love with you is the most beautiful thing I have ever done because everyday has been colorful ever since. I miss you. ” I shut the letter and bent my head over. My heart raced and I felt my face heat up. To think he'd write something like this is just crazy but maybe… just maybe I like this crazy…