I Miss You More Than Life Novels & Stories

Eli There are so many three-word sentences in the English dictionary that bring meaning to life. I love you. I miss you. I admire you. Please be well. I have never really given it a thought. But those are the exact words that I have never really taken the time to truly mean something to me. And as much as I would want to hear those from someone, I believe being the one to tell those words to someone actually gives more meaning to one's life. I believe it makes life more beautiful, on top of being meaningful.

ash : do you know how much I missed you do you know how many times i wished to come near you do you know how many nights I stayed awake by crying whole night by remembering you and our memories I missed you like hell I missed your warmth and care but to me my little sister is also important I can't see her in pain so I didn't came near you you know she faced much torture in coma I faced the same torture by being alive and missing you for each and every second many times I used to feel your presence near me and realizes it's all my imagination I feel like iam becoming mad in the absence of you I thought many times to kill myself but somewhere a hope that I will meet you again I used to curse

And what was it I would've asked for when I had it all? Life with you had no replacement, yet all seemed so vague… not knowing what to do per time, except loving you… Sitting down each moment, takes me back to how it all started, but right now, I see myself losting in my world of total emptiness, yearning for your presence again, not wanting to miss even a single moment of our sweet moments. I Miss You… ~~~~~~ Right in that room, so cool and so lonely that I could feel and hear the icky air flowing across my skin like the cold morning dew.. as I brushed my hand across the other.

"It's me, how are you?" "God, Mandy." I fight against the tears that threaten to fall. A few actually do, and the way I sniffle is enough motivation for her to let some go too. Now's the time to stop being good at hiding my emotions from her, and fuck, she's the love of my life, one of the best friends I've ever had, and I've had to live without her for far too long. "I miss the hell outta you."

Even conjured up from whatever chemicals were currently eating through my brain, he was still the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life. And I was sitting here like this — wrecked, hollow, barely holding myself together — while he looked like that. “I missed you,” I said, the words coming out quieter than I intended. “I don’t think I’ve ever missed anything the way I miss you, Levi. You’re taking me apart from the inside and you’re not even in the room.” I exhaled hard. “I can’t come to you. You’d hate me more if I broke my promise.” “What promise?”

“I need you. You’re my medicine, Professor. You always have been.” But she’s too lost in her pain to see that right now. I know she doesn’t mean to shut me out. I know she’s fighting something I can’t see. Still, it feels like I’m losing her inch by inch, and there’s nothing I can do except stand here and watch. My chest tightens, and I grip the railing harder. “I miss you. I miss us. Our life. Our joy. The way we used to breathe so freely together.” Another drag. Another exhale.

She pulled out her phone and called Chester again and again. Each call was rejected, so she fired off messages in a hurry. "Chester, Grandma has respiratory failure. She can't hold on anymore. Please come to the hospital. She wants to see you one last time. "Chester, Grandma's waiting for you. It's just one meeting. Can you come? "Chester, I'm begging you…" Her shaking fingers flew over the keyboard. Her tears fell onto the screen from her reddened eyes. At that moment, the lies and betrayal didn't matter. As long as Chester came—as long as Marie could leave in peace—nothing else mattered.

I missed you when--" My voice cracked. Now that I was reading it out loud,it kinda sucks. I could have written some thing better. I looked at James who nodded at me to continue. I kept the paper down and exhaled and looked down to the floor. "I miss you when the sunrise during spring time and I'd think it'd be the perfect day for you to paint. Then,I'd wonder if you painted that perfect sunrise. Maybe you spoke to God and he let you paint it in the sky for me to see. I miss even after all these months,and I'd miss you for the rest of my life. I love you Mum." I said.

My throat tightened as my eyes burned with unshed tears. “I need my husband back.” My voice broke, and my grip on Candice’s hand tightened. “Livvy needs her father. They’ve already lost too much time apart. And Roman deserves to know the truth. I miss him so much, Candice. I miss him so, so much… it’s killing me.” This time, a sob slipped out before I could stop it. “I miss him, Candice.” I repeated, sobbing. “I miss Roman. None of us deserve any of this.”