Novel & Cerita Miss Her Song

The day we take our graduation pictures, I come across a photographer's post. In the caption, he writes, "I've been a photographer for ten years, and this is the first time I've ever done a wedding shoot on the same day as the bride's and groom's graduation! "They're both gorgeous, and they're incredibly patient. The groom doesn't even touch his phone. He just keeps gazing at the bride with so much love. "I spend all day shooting, and my camera's memory card is completely full. But getting to photograph a couple this perfect makes it all worth it!" I think about how my boyfriend, Zack Warner, is absent from our graduation photo session that morning, leaving us without a single picture to

You are always gonna be my love Even if I fall in love with someone once again I'll remember to hold on You taught me how You are always gonna be the one It's still a sad song Until I can sing a new song The paused time is About to start moving There's many things that I don't want to forget about Tomorrow, at this time I will probably be crying I will probably be thinking about you You will always be inside my heart You will always have your own place I hope that I have a place in your heart too Now and forever you are still the one It's still a sad song Until I can sing a new song You are always gonna be my love Even if I fall in love with someone once again I'll remember to hold on You ta

For who? Air rushes out of my lungs and my insides knot. She cannot have a kid for another man. I scroll through Mama Mace’s page. It’s either a new account or she doesn’t post often. There are only three videos. Her most viral being the one with our sound. I tap on the second video, and my heart twists into itself. “She’s singing about us,” I say to no one in particular. My knees buckle. I slide down to the floor, toss Sam’s phone to him, and bring out mine to view the videos. The lyrics of the song are on the screen instead of her face. It’s the chorus of Tangled sheets. Our song.

“C’mon in.” She stepped into the room and then moved aside so Missi could enter. As soon as Missi moved past, Cali shut the door to give them privacy. She had turned Pink back on when she returned to her room, and now the singer was singing about broken promises and punching someone out in “Who Knew.” Cali crossed the room and shut the music off, knowing that Missi’s coming here meant something important had happened—and Cali had a sinking feeling in her gut that she knew what it was going to be. “What’s up?” Cali figured she would give less away by letting Missi take the lead than by peppering her with specific questions.

Something about his voice, low, emotional, guttural, matched the war brewing inside me. The song “sun dance” filled the car. I let the track play on loop as I descended into the city. I missed her. There. I said it, to myself, at least. I missed Hope. Her scent. Her sarcasm. Her voice in the office, calm but commanding. The way she touched her lower lip when she was thinking. The way her eyes locked with mine like we shared secrets neither of us could say out loud. I missed her fingers against my skin.

I flick it open, and smile again, unable to conceal my joy and the way my heart gets all warm and gooey and tingly. Jake Carrero has sent you–Avril Lavigne “I Miss You”. I chew on my lip as I waiver over whether I should reply with a song which once broke my heart or scroll for a new one. Maybe it’s time to make that song mean something else to us now; take away the pain I feel anytime I hear it on the radio or in passing. I push down the doubt with a slow inhale and send it on its way to him. You have sent Jake Carrero–Avril Lavigne “When You’re Gone”

◇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

She was looking at me so intently and smiling that I felt like I was going to suffocate. “This song is dedicated to a very special person who came into my life like a sandstorm. And even though he can fly away, he knows he can always come home.” I immediately recognized the song, as it was one of my favorites. 93 Million Miles by Jason Mraz . When she started to sing I seemed mesmerized by her mouth. His expression was so sexy and commanding. I had never seen such an amazing woman. All that day-to-day insecurity disappeared before that power that emanated from her body when she sang.

The familiar feel of the keys under my fingertips is comforting. Taking a deep breath, I begin to play my second favorite song. Lost Girls. The notes flow effortlessly, each one resonating with the emotions swirling within me. As the melody fills the room, I feel a tear escape and slide down my cheek. This song has always been special to me, a reflection of my journey and my struggles. It carries the weight of my past and the hope of my future. My number one favorite song doesn’t hold hope, but Lost Girls does. Because the rawness in the lyrics and beats, they start out sad, and it only seems like it can only get sadder. Then the chorus towards the end, before the final lines... gives you ho

“Gods, I missed you.” “I missed you too.” The admission was torn from a place she’d sealed shut. “Even when I hated you, I missed you. Every day.” His eyes glistened in the lamplight. He leaned forward, his forehead coming to rest against hers. Their breath mingled, warm in the cold space. The mating pull, a constant hum since his return, swelled into a resonant chord. It wasn’t just desire. It was recognition. Completion. A puzzle piece slotting home after being lost for years.