I Miss You Letters For Her Novels & Stories

With determination in her heart, she started planning her trip, excited at the prospect of reuniting with her dearest friend. In the days leading up to her departure, Christiana wrote a heartfelt letter to Alivia, expressing how much she missed her and how eagerly she looked forward to seeing her again. Pouring her emotions onto paper gave her solace, and she knew that the letter would convey everything she felt in her heart.

The contents of the letter would remain etched in her heart, offering comfort and inspiration as she faced the challenges that lay ahead. With a grateful smile on her face and a heart filled with renewed hope, Madissa carefully folded the letter and placed it under her pillow, a cherished treasure to be revisited time and time again. She knew that no matter the distance or the obstacles that was in their path, the written words had the power to bridge the gaps and remind them of the unbreakable bond they shared.

“You have no idea how happy I am to hear your voice.” “Sweetheart, I have a pretty damn good idea,” I said in a low voice. “Where are you? No, no, no, don’t answer that. I miss you. Did you read my letter?” “Why are you whispering?” I laughed out loud. “I’m sorry. Damn. It’s strange to hear myself laughing. I fucking miss you, Nirvana.” “I miss you, too, baby. Every damn second, I’m away from you. And yes, I read your letter, and I keep a little hope in my heart that I will see you soon.”

Know that I love you, always, and that my doors will forever remain open to you. The letter trembles in my hands as fresh tears sting my eyes. She’s gone. Gone, just like that. And she didn’t even say goodbye.

“See what?” “Did you not get something from upstairs today?” she asks. I look at the letter that’s sitting on my bar. “I did. I just haven’t opened it yet.” “Open it,” she says softly. I go to the bar and quickly open the envelope. I key falls out and I pull out the letter. ‘L- When you miss me, go sleep in my apartment. -H’ “You left me your key,” I say, smiling happily. “I expect my apartment to smell like you when I return,” she says, and I can hear the grin in her voice.

Anything. “I miss you,” she whispered again, clutching the letter a little tighter, as if she could send those words to him through the night air. “I wish I could tell you that.” Her eyes drifted shut, and in the darkness behind her eyelids, she could almost see him — standing beneath the same moon, staring at the same stars. She wondered if he missed her too. If he still thought about her before he fell asleep. If he still reached for her in the quiet moments when no one was watching.

He said, handing a letter over to me. “Shit," I cursed under my breath; I forgot today was the weekend when Nikky, Ricky, and Dikky send their letter. “Thank You," I said, snatching the letter from his hand and shutting my door, not wanting to hear anything from him. I ripped the letter open to read my children's letter, and a smile crept to the corners of my lips. It read; “Mum I miss you, heal Burke's father and come home soon,"

A soulmate he didn’t recognize or could fathom with an imposter. Tell him I hate him so much. Bye darling. Love, Lana.” Missy read out what is inside the letter for everyone to hear.

And she began to read what was inside it. Which was " My dearest Lillian, As I write this letter, my heart aches with longing for you. The mere thought of your beautiful smile and gentle touch fills me with joy and hope. I hope this letter finds you well and that you are in good spirits. I cannot express how much I miss you, Lillian. The moments we have shared together are etched in my mind forever, and I yearn for the day when we can be together again. The way you look at me, the way you touch my hand, and the way you make me feel, all conspire to make me the happiest man alive.

I looked at him and there was this longing look in his eyes as well as he stared at me. I moved to the next one as I turned to face him. "My love, my heart, and my light. Just like all the letters I've written, I can't stop missing you. I miss your touch, your lips, your hug, your kisses, and most, especially those nights with you. How you traced every part of my skin with those cold fingertips of yours that only lit me up in flames, and unknowingly imprinted you touch in my soul. " I looked at him in between every line, feeling a bit immersed in the letter.