I Miss You More Novels & Stories

“Of course not sweetheart, why the hell would you ask that? Here's your home and matter of fact, I miss you even though I hate to admit it.” I chuckle, knowing Aaliyah, she truly does miss me and I do miss her too.

I struggled to open the door but it was fruitless "You think I don't miss me...I miss the old smiling me....I miss the girl who'd wake up with a family" I heard her whimpered a little "But that me is gone"

Just two lives that once intertwined — now moving in different directions. I exhale. I miss her. But not the way I used to. Not like something torn from me. Not like an open wound I couldn’t stop touching. I miss her the way you miss a song that once meant something — soft, familiar, a melody that lives quietly in the background of memory. I miss her without expecting her return. And in the deepest, smallest part of myself — one I keep carefully untouched, I wish she could still be mine. Not as possession. Not as salvation.

"I am fine, how is everyone doing?" "We are all fine. What's wrong with you? Your voice sounds off" Janet sniffled "I am fine, I am a little tired and missing you all a lot" "Awnnn, we miss you too sis" "Johnson?" "Mm. How are you?" "I am okay" "So now you see how indispensable I am abi? You can't stop missing me. Huh? Say it. Say you miss me" Janet laughed "I miss you a lot" "There you go. You see? Ile ni adie o ti gbe niyi"

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I buried my face in my arms and whispered it into the hollow of my skin: “I miss you.” The words weren’t meant for the room. They were for him. Wherever he was. Whatever he was doing. If he was staring up at the same dark sky, if he was lying in some unfamiliar bed with a head full of old ghosts, maybe some part of him would hear me. “I miss the way you said my name like it tasted different on your tongue. I miss the way your fingers brushed my skin like they didn’t know how to stop. I miss your voice. I miss the way you made me feel like the world didn’t own me.”

“I miss you, Rose. Nothing makes sense without you. I love you. And did I mention that I miss you so so much?” “Yes, you did.”

One year later, "It's been a year now, babe. How are you up there? I miss you so much, my love." I wanted to tell you how I survive this year without you. I wanted to tell you that I am happy, that I am fine without you here by my side. but I can't. I am not; I couldn't. You knew you're everything I have. You knew you were my life. Not a single second I didn't think about you, my heart always longed for you. Babe... can you hear me? I... miss you so much."

’ written on it or, ‘I miss you so much, Let's talk? ‘I acted out of it. I accept it. Can you just talk to me?’ ‘My bed is cold without you. I miss your warm kisses.’ ‘I need you. Not being with you hurts.’ ‘Can we talk? You know I'm not going to stop right?’ ‘I miss you. Forgive me.’ ‘I’m sorry. Fuck! I'm losing my mind without you by my side.’ ‘I have good news that I would love to share with you. Should I come over for dinner?’

She is going to be perfect for me again. I take my shower, listening to Selena's laugh echoing throughout the bathroom. I rest my forehead on the glass of the box. I can't take it anymore. I cry like a little child. I need her, need her more than breathing. I look over at the vast bed. Without her there, it looks empty. Our pictures on the massive panel behind the bed make everything tighten inside me. I miss you ten times more from your body than from mine.