I Miss You More Novels & Stories

“What are you doing?” “Isn’t it obvious? I am begging on my knees. If that will make you coming here justified then fuck, I will beg on my knees every fucking day if I have to because I miss you too. I miss your scent in my house, I miss seeing you in our bed, I miss waking up to you next to me. I miss your shit in my bathroom and I miss being able to come home and know that you are there waiting for me because anything else is lonely as fuck and I can’t do that.”

She has even made plan for tomorrow. But... Sob sob.. No one can love me like you people. Sob sob... There's not a single day when I don't... sob sob... complaint to God for taking you away from me. Sob sob... There's not a single day when I don't miss you, miss the old us. I'm trying my best. Sob sob... to make you proud. But how I wish you could be here beside me to cheer me up. I miss you mom dad. Sob sob... I miss you."

My feelings towards the blossom. My desiccated heart is expecting a drop of love. I can still hear the captured sound of our old picture. You and I only can be We. All the memories rushed into her mind. The way they used to hang out, play together. How they worked together and how he protected her. Tears broke into her eyes. I was ashamed of myself, but you held my soul up. Oo, ho,oo So take my hand and create our path towards one another. You and I only can be We oooo, hooo, ooo

It wasn’t as full as before James said that was normal, but still, it terrified me every time I touched him. “I miss them,” I whispered. “I miss our babies kicking against my palm like they used to… like they knew it was me.” I let my thumb move in slow circles, imagining the tiny lives that once fluttered beneath my touch. “You’d laugh at me if you could see me now,” I said, my voice breaking. “Sitting here like some hopeless fool, talking to you when you can’t even answer.” A shaky breath escaped my lips. “I miss you,” I said again, softer this time. “I miss the way you’d roll your eyes whenever I teased you. I miss the way you’d pretend not to care when you actually did. God, Jay… I even

Because as I stare at the three worded text he sent, I feel envious of the hold he has on me. I continue to stare as if the words would disappear. Only he can ensue this out of me. 'I miss you.' So simple, yet my heart doesn't seem to think so. He misses you as a friend idiot! my conscious screams at me. Why does he always do this to me?

Imiss you and i love you with all my heart. You're Always On My Mind, Day And Night When I Think Of You, All Feels So Right Need To Have You, Need To Hold You And Tell You That I Love You. My Dear, I Don't Want To See Us Apart This Separation Just Tears Away My Heart I Miss You, Oh, I Really Miss You Will Need You More And More Each Day I Know I Cannot Live Without You I Miss You, More Than Words Can Say. Your absence is a disease that only your presence can heal.I am infected so please come immediately because I am dying.

I have just the same need to feel him close and kiss him back with all my longing. I lose all sense of time and space when he kisses me this way. I only want to feel him close to me! And I need more of him.

It felt like a joke. If kindness got crushed and hard work only earned suspicion— Then someone else could deal with this thankless mess from now on. *** My closure notice blew up both group chats. The pickup station chat went completely insane. [What happened? Why'd it close?] [@Annie, what's going on? Why shut it down all of a sudden?] [My package is still in there! Do I seriously have to grab it tonight?] [So where are deliveries supposed to go now? This is ridiculous.]

“Young Master, don’t you miss me?” “You think I don’t?” Seraphina pressed her lips together, using silence in place of an answer. If he missed her, then why hadn’t he come back? Why hadn’t he even made a video call? Every time she initiated one, he declined it. And those three simple words—“I miss you”—he had never once said them aloud. He never said it, and Seraphina didn’t want to be the kind of girl who kept pestering him with “Did you miss me today? What about yesterday? Tomorrow?”

I said, leaning down to press my lips to his once more. We kissed, slow and tentative at first, then deeper as the words and promises between us fell away. I wanted him to know, to feel, to understand that he had me, entirely and without question. And in that kiss, I realized just how much I had missed him, how empty my life had been without him, how much I needed him. Finally, we pulled back, foreheads resting together, our breaths mingling. “I don’t know if I can ever thank you enough for… last night,” he said, voice small and soft.