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she spoke, a hunt if excitement in her voice. "Seriously? You could be wrong,"I laughed. "I know I'm right though,"she mumbled. "Either ways, be careful not to get hurt. You've gotten heartbroken more times than I have embarrassed myself in public — and it's way more than I can count,"I spoke in concern. "I'm not there to hug you while you cry." "Yeah, I know,"her tone dropped into a sad one. "I miss you, Best." "I miss you more, Bae,"I replied with a small smile even though she couldn't see me.

Aria asked me. "Mm-hmm " I hummed softly. "It is a busy day." "Do you miss me?" The question was simple. It hit me harder than anything else. My chest got tight. Hurt. "Every second, " I admitted quietly. "I miss you more." She said. I let out a breath, my fingers tightening around the phone. "That is not possible." "It is " she insisted, her tiny voice stubborn in a way that was really familiar. Despite everything, I smiled.

I cried out this time. “I need you guys. Living is so hard, I keep on making mistakes.” Time passed, though I couldn’t tell how long. I spoke softly, almost to myself, recounting memories, mistakes, things left unsaid. Each word carried a weight I hadn’t realized I had been holding inside. “I miss you,” I finally said, voice trembling. “More than I thought was possible. And it’s… it’s still so strange. So wrong, that you’re not here.” My fingers lingered on the stone, tracing the smooth surface one last time. I took a slow breath, the reality of their absence pressing in, yet there was also a small, stubborn spark inside me, something that whispered I had to keep going, even if every step fe

It was a hug that held the weight of missed moments and unspoken conversations. In the midst of our shared warmth, his voice, still close to my ear, whispered, "I'll miss you." His words resonated with a tenderness that melted any lingering doubts. "I'll miss you too," I replied, my voice soft, carrying the echo of my own sentiments.

“How much did you miss me?” “Very, very much! If every time I miss you is a grain of sand, then all of the times that I miss you can converge into the Sahara Desert!”

“About you. Why do you say you miss me?” “Well, it’s complicated. I’ve never had anyone live in this house before, and you brought life to it. When you left, it went back to being a gloomy place. But it’s not just that. I miss our conversations, I miss you invading my space without caring, I miss that look you’re giving me right now. I miss your breakfasts and dinners, your coffee, and the flowers you’d leave in my office.”

He was thinking about business interests. Little did he know, it would lead to the beginning of all the mistakes. She had missed her chance before, and now she didn't want to make a mistake and regret it for the rest of her life. "Isabella is dead. I'm Grace now." Saying this, she pushed Jackson away. Realizing that the woman in his arms was struggling, Jackson quickly let her go. The details speak for themselves. Jackson is the one who loves her most. "In my heart, you are the person I love most." Jackson still hadn't corrected his words.

Like I've missed you too much Always miss you I can't deny it You are the only one That can make my soul Who ever dies becomes meaningful But now you're gone It's like being swallowed by the Earth Don't you realize What does your love mean to me? I don't know where you are I feel like I'm living my life without you Do you miss me there? Like I've missed you too much Always miss you Oh, yeah Oh-oh, I don't know where you are I feel like I'm living my life without you Do you miss me there?

She has even made plan for tomorrow. But... Sob sob.. No one can love me like you people. Sob sob... There's not a single day when I don't... sob sob... complaint to God for taking you away from me. Sob sob... There's not a single day when I don't miss you, miss the old us. I'm trying my best. Sob sob... to make you proud. But how I wish you could be here beside me to cheer me up. I miss you mom dad. Sob sob... I miss you."

I fall to the floor with the clothes and clutch my phone in my other hand, feeling defeated. I fucking miss him already. Smiling, I pull up his number and begin my message. Except, I write the thing four times and end up erasing every single one I type out. "Hey, Brixton. I hope you're thinking about what we talked about earlier. I miss you and really want to be back together but I need for you to be open and honest with me. I love you so much." Hey there, little bird. I fucking miss you too and I fucking love you more than life itself. I have been thinking about what we talked about and I'm ready to be open with you.