Miss Her Song Novels & Stories

I really missed her, her smiles that kept me warm, her laughs and giggles that gave me joy, I missed every single thing about her but here she is helpless on a bed. I knelt on the ground close to her bed and held her hands. "Lord God please let her get well soon and remember everyone she loves," I said praying for the first time and crying my heart out to God. That's one of my favorite song lyrics from Ed Sheeran- Miss you❤️❤️

After that, Paige walked into the toilet and closed the door, while Candy scoffed, "Did you all see that? She's finally got some nerves. I can't believe this." "Just forget about her; she's just a pathetic loser," one of the girls who was Candy's friend said. Paige once again blocked out the noise from the room and began to focus on the song she was going to sing. She recalled one of the songs she had in mind—she had written it years ago after her mom died. It was titled, 'I MISS YOU.' She wanted to sing it, as it was an emotional song that reminded her of her Mom. After rehearsing the song over and over again, Paige quickly put on the dress and stared at her reflection in the mirror.

The song concluded with words that were delivered almost as a personal confession rather than a part of the song, their impact heightened by the absence of a melody: "I love you, and I miss you. I love you, and you are the sight and light to my eyes. Even when you’re torturing me with your absence, I still love you to death" These words, hit me hard. Her voice was raw with emotion, every syllable heavy with longing and pain. Her love for this person was so profound that even their absence, while torturous, could not diminish it. I was moved to tears, her pain mirrored in my own heart as I recognized the depth of her feelings. It was clear that she was singing not just to herself, but directl

He said before continuing, " But... I have got a song I'll sing for her, it's titled, Best friends by Missy Elliot. " " Enjoy! " Without wasting for anyone's response, he got his guitar and began playing it for some minutes before his angelic voice rang out in the whole hall. " My best friend say She sick of me crying on the phone Tellin how the Men are dogging me My best friend say Don't tell her nothin bout me can you girl She ain't showing me no sympathy My best friend say If she was me she'd let you go a long time ago My best friend say My best friend say

It makes no sense… “Oh, don't think much about it. Dreams don't mean much. Sure, it scared you a bit. But it ends there. Today is a big day. You shouldn't let a dream rattle you. “Athena says, and I nod after a few seconds, with a fake smile. I'm at Athena's place today, as I wanted to stay away from home, and it's a normal thing as Athena and I usually pass nights at each other's houses. A week had passed since Amber challenged me, and today is the day that the new Miss. Emerald High would be announced. Athena has been helping me campaign for the spot. She gave herself the title of my campaign manager, and according to her, things are looking up. And if she says so, I believe her. She got m

And scoffed that in that moment, it sounded more than her death song, her farewell song than when she sang it to Marc back in Miami. She missed him. She missed those days and she missed Miami. It was on the brink of her life that she began to feel, miss the things at the fear that she might not make it. She missed her sisters, realizing that they hadn’t even spoken in two weeks since Jacq had woken up. She missed them, still. So much. She’ll miss her boys and her own mother. She’ll miss Mexico but not Alex. Who was she kidding, she would miss Alex. And Marc. Had i said Marc? Because God, she missed the hell out of him.

I made the question clearer. She smiled while putting her fork and knife down “Well my parents left me and my baby sister this huge house. My baby sister went to varsity, she doesn’t come back home often and it’s lonely here. When I found you on the side of that road, I just felt that I needed to do something about it. Maybe you are supposed to be here for good and maybe you were brought by God here. So, until you are okay, I will be here for you even if you don’t remember I will be here” she explained, and the took back her fork and knife in silence.

From today until the day the music show takes place, she must keep a good mood and a shimmering appearance. - Where are you now? I miss you so much. Can we meet each other? – Ngoc Vy said in a very urgent voice as if she was afraid that her friend would cut off contact. - Wait until I'm done with the show, then I'll see you. I just got off the plane so I'm a little tired and I have to rehearse. - Okay, when you're done, call me. If you keep quiet and leave, I won't look at your face anymore.

And I'm all about her, too. I sang the song heartfelt, reminiscing the old times when I can still touch her, kiss her lips, make her laugh, take her to places where we can be ourselves, hear her stories, comb her hair with my fingers, stare at her beautiful face .. I miss all of it. And I don't see myself redoing all those things with another woman. I only want my girl, my Sadie. If not him, nothing else. So I'll wait.

She stepped forward to reach for my hand. I took a step back. She gave a broken, bitter smile. "There was a news report about a plane crash. I thought you might've been on that flight… I just—I'm glad you're okay." She looked at me carefully, hopefully. "So what, Quinn? You found out I don't love you anymore and decided to come running back? You realized that you can't live without me now? "Wake up, Quinn. Life isn't some romantic drama. Get a grip."