Missing You Terribly Novels & Stories

I muttered, gazing into space. “I think you miss going to the doctor for a check-up. You need to see your psychiatrist. You’re losing it, man.” I waved my hand in the air. “No. I miss my wife. You think she misses me, too.” I remembered how she responded to my kiss and smiled like a lunatic. Brent shook his head but never said a word in response. “I miss my mom. I miss my dad. I miss my wife the most.” My voice broke.

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."

We were caught in a fragile bubble of shared emotion, oblivious to the downpour that threatened to drown everything around us. “I missed you,” I said softly, my voice barely audible above the drumming of the rain, the words a vulnerable confession whispered into the storm. “I missed this. You.” The ‘this’ encompassed the easy camaraderie, the unspoken understanding, the unique spark that always ignited between us.

"Okay, I'll wait for you there. Don't stand me up, don't fail me. I've missed you so much, Tera." "I miss you too, Brandon. I miss all your gentle caresses, I miss your gentlemanly demeanor." "Oh, Tera! If you only knew, for months I've been trying to find a replacement for you, but I can't find one. I can't find a woman as good and understanding as you. I miss you so much, Tera..."

" I get that and I'm not the man I was . I missed you . " © #KCMmuoe

I miss you more than words can ever express. I miss the sound of your voice, the way your laughter could chase away the darkest clouds in my mind. I miss the safety of your arms, where the weight of the world always felt lighter. You have no idea how much your absence has left a hollow ache in me. But above all, I want you to know this: I’m safe now. Stronger than ever. I know you must have been worried, probably blaming yourself for not being here. Please don’t. Ruby told me about your letters, and I’ve read every single one. I’ve clung to every word as though they were lifelines, reminding me that I’m not as alone as I sometimes feel.

Or it would disappear into the void like so many other things between us. The nausea twisted again, but beneath it was something sharper — relief. Tiny, pathetic relief. At least I had reached out, even if through a shadow. At least for one reckless second I had told the truth. I miss you. I miss you so badly it feels like I’m disappearing.

She is going to be perfect for me again. I take my shower, listening to Selena's laugh echoing throughout the bathroom. I rest my forehead on the glass of the box. I can't take it anymore. I cry like a little child. I need her, need her more than breathing. I look over at the vast bed. Without her there, it looks empty. Our pictures on the massive panel behind the bed make everything tighten inside me. I miss you ten times more from your body than from mine.

My throat closed. “You’re going to miss my milestones. The moments you should be there for. You’re going to miss the pack celebrations you always loved organizing. You’ll miss the breakfasts we used to fight over, and the way you always pretended to hate the flowers I brought you when we both knew you kept every last one.” My breathing faltered. “You’ll miss watching me take the role you prepared me for. You’ll miss the family we could have rebuilt.” My voice dropped into a whisper. “And I’m going to miss you… every single day you’re gone. I’m going to miss the sound of your footsteps in the hall. The way you say my name like you already know what I’m thinking.”

I struggled to open the door but it was fruitless "You think I don't miss me...I miss the old smiling me....I miss the girl who'd wake up with a family" I heard her whimpered a little "But that me is gone"