I Missing You Novels & Stories

Dear Maya, I know you’re probably not going to read this letter and I understand if you don’t. I just want to check up on you and see how you’re doing. It’s been two months now and every day feels like too long without your presence. I really, really miss you, everything around me makes no sense with you. It’s almost like when you left you took my life along with you. But that’s okay because my life belongs to you.

she broke down in tears " I miss you more than you can imagine. Don't you worry we have just few months left" " It feels like years" " Patience is the key"

"Come on, cooperate with me, Mom. Don't you want your son to get married? Please, I need to talk to Ivy." The queen nodded and raised her hands. "Alright, as you please. Let me go to my husband. You can speak to your beloved wife-to-be." After the queen left, Daniel quickly dialed Ivy's number. When she picked up the call, he said, "Hi, Ivy." "Hi, Daniel," she replied. He hesitated for a while and finally said, "I really miss you. Do you miss me?" Ivy kept thinking of what to say. Of course, she missed him but she didn't think it was appropriate for her to say yes and she did not want to hurt his feelings by saying no.

I whispered into the silent room, my voice filled with a mixture of longing and grief. "I miss you so deeply, my love," I continued, my voice barely a whisper. "Every fiber of my being aches for you, and I find myself yearning for you with each passing day. I wish you hadn't left this world, but I understand that God knows better. I will hold onto the memories we shared, clinging to them as if they were lifelines, for they are all I have left of you."

I whispered, as if he could hear me, "I miss you so much, Enrick. Come back as soon as possible. I need you here." The night went on, bringing with it an ever-deepening darkness. Amid the silence, I let myself get lost in the memories, hoping that one day, this longing would be healed. Until then, I will continue to miss it like the nights before.

"Is this how you treat your childhood friend after three years of meeting again?" "Yes. So be grateful for small mercies. Maybe I don't need to remind you of what you did to me ten years or maybe twelve years ago." I looked at him sharply. "Do you think I forget the insults you're throwing at me for being obese?" “Fatima” "See? You don't know what to say." I frowned irately. He took a deep breath. I saw his sad eyes staring at my face. "Did you know I missed your frown?"

When you're gone The pieces of my heart are missing you When you're gone The face I came to know is missing too When you're gone The words I need to hear to always get me through the day And make it OK I miss you I've never felt this way before Everything that I do reminds me of you And the clothes you left, they lie on the floor And they smell just like you, I love the things that you do When you walk away I count the steps that you take Do you see how much I need you right now? When you're gone The pieces of my heart are missing you When you're gone

Miss you. I want to see you, be with you, hold you, hug you, kiss you, I crave for you, shutang ina where are you? I didn't realize that I was crying, I miss him so much, I don't understand but I feel like I'm going crazy that I can't see him in person. Don't tell me to leave and go home to London with Lucy? I don't know if I can live without you by my side, I can't see you hugging, talking to, kissing someone else... I can't see you happy and have Lucy snatch me away.

“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?”

The more blows I landed on him, the more powerful they were. Caleb lay on the ground and did not move until his cheeks were terribly swollen. Blood was starting to stain his clothes. I punched him again and watched him collapse to the floor. Suddenly, a filthy charm fell out of his pocket. I recognized the charm. It was the love charm I had thrown away at the mountain back then. It was obvious that Caleb had thoroughly rinsed the love charm. But the mud stains on the charm were like the irreparable rift between us. No matter what he did, we could never go back to before.