I Miss You More Than Life Novels & Stories

“How do I…get through one night without you….If I had to live with you..what kind of life would that be…oooh…I…I need you in my arms, need you to hold….you’re my world ,my heart, my soul….and if you ever leave…baby, you would take away everything good in my life…and tell me now….how do I live without you…I want to know….How do I breathe without…if you ever go…..how do i ever….ever survive….how do I…how do I….oh how do I live…” She began to frost the cake and got lost in the song “Without you….there’d be no sun in my sky…there would be no love in my life…there’d be no world left for me…and I…baby I don’t know what I would do…I’d be lost if I lost you…if you ever leave….baby, you would take aw

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.

◇RISHI POV◇ due to my silly behaviour I stayed away from her whole day but when she came near me iam really melted in her love I never get tired in loving her she said she is going near her parents I don't want her o leave me but I can't stop her because I can't be more selfish last night iam unable to sleep because iam addicted to her warmth did she also feels same like me oh God this feeling is killing me when I say that I miss you I really mean a lot you always stay in my dreams always in my heart can't really stay a moment without you can't really stay this way please come back soon as I miss you is all I can say each minute I spent without you makes me miss you so much each night I drea

"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.

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.

Before I could type back, another message popped in; >> "I can’t pretend that I don’t miss you because I see you in everything that I do. I can’t help that I miss you and the person that I was when I was with you. I’m not sure what is worse, missing you, or pretending that I don’t". << "I miss you so much that I am jealous of the people that get the chance to see you every day". >>"If I had a flower for every time I think about you and how much I miss you, then I would be walking forever in an endless garden."