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I miss her and that it hurts, after all the time I passed, I still find myself missing her every minute of each hour, each hour in a day, every single day of each week, every week of the month, and every month of the year. There’s not a single moment in any day that I don’t find myself missing her. When I close my eyes, I see her there. But when I open them, I see nothing there, then I realize how much I miss her, and I hope the universe will bring us back together again, no matter how long it takes. I know that I love her because of how much I miss her. I wonder if she misses me as much as I miss her and I hope she still loves me and forgives me.

“It’s not that simple, honeybee.” “I love you. See? Simple. So Why?” I kneel down and wipe milk off her cheek. “Because I broke her heart. And when you break something special, you have to be gentle with the pieces.” Missy nods solemnly like she understands. And maybe she does. Later that afternoon, we sit outside on the porch with a stack of lined paper and crayons. Missy’s tongue pokes from the corner of her mouth as she concentrates hard. “Almost there,” I say, encouraging. “You’ve got the M down perfect.”

She didn’t even call her father like had planned. And now the day is Monday that makes him a busy man, she’s pretty sure he won’t go near his phone, her only way of speaking with him is contacting his secretary. Missy hates the man because he’s always flirting with her. She read through the messages and she’s glad her best friend; Thea never told anyone about what she told her. She exited the group, clicking on the private chat with Thea, then composed a message before sending. “I’m on my way to school bitch, there’s a whole damn lot to do and talk about.”

He has no idea he is minutes away from destruction. I open the door slowly, letting the suspense build. And there she is—Miss Perfect, standing in her heels and neatly pressed dress, her face a canvas of disbelief, hurt, and confusion. I drink in her expression like it is champagne. It was all worth it the lies, the scheming, the fake pregnancy, and even getting my little sister to track her location. This moment is my reward.

“That’s just stupid, you get who you get because that person is perfect for you.” “What if the goddess makes mistakes?” Missy turned in the hallway and looked at Jane with big eyes as she gripped her shoulders. “The goddess doesn’t make mistakes, Jane. Let’s head to your first class before Billy comes howling down the hallway and slobbers all over you.” “You know I never told him he was my favourite.” Missy grinned then looking a bit evil. “Oh man, I’m going to have so much fun with that one. Whatever you do, just agree with me and play along.”

The room, once a sanctuary for confessions, bore witness to a tender moment suspended in the delicate threads of emotional tension. "I missed you," she whispered, the words carrying the weight of longing and sorrow. Her admission reverberated within me, a bittersweet melody that echoed the ache of separation. Moisture gathered in the corners of my eyes, an unspoken response to the profound truth her words unveiled. "I missed you too," I confessed, my voice laced with the sincerity of a heart that had yearned for her presence. The admission hung in the air, a fragile bridge connecting our shared solitude. The room, once filled with the echoes of confession, now brimmed with the unspoken langu

My cousin used my gaming account to start an online relationship with one of my teammates. However, after video calling her, he decided she was too gorgeous to be real. "A girl that hot wouldn't need to date online. She'd have enough guys chasing her to fill a stadium. It's gotta be a face filter. Just go meet her for me, bro. If she's busted in person, I'll actually throw up." In my last life, I turned him down. He was too much of a coward to go himself, so he just sent her a breakup message and called it done. Yet when he later found out that his online girlfriend really was that stunning in person, he turned all his rage on me and shoved me off a building. "If you'd gone to meet her fo

She had heard my apology. We had agreed to be more honest. But as she disappeared into the crowd, one truth remained impossible to ignore. Missy had said she might never meet Logan again. She had not said she would not.

He failed. The woman smiled weakly, her eyes barely open, but she knew that it was her son that was holding her hand. “I tried,” she said in a small voice. “I swear to you, Maddox. I tried…” She started to cough for a second or two before continuing, “I just can’t…I miss him so much. I miss him every time that I close my eyes. I miss your dad so much, Maddox.” Tears escaped her eyes freely, and she did not even have the strength to stop them if she could.

I moved back, taking retreating steps backward. "You're despicable! How dare you think I did this? You.. it's all your fault. If I hadn't argued with you on Mishap day, I would've been normal" She pointed at me, throwing the slippers at me. I jumped to the side, dodging it. "Mishap day? Mishap day is a myth." I frowned She scoffed, folding her arms. "Well, look at us" Her eyes cast down to her private part. "How.. how are you sure that it's mine? What if it's someone else's?" I pointed at it. She glared at me in disgust.