Open When U Miss Me Novels & Stories

Coming back to a messy room was the least of the things I wanted. Suddenly, my phone rang. I picked it up from the little table and smiled when I saw Wut’s name. “Hey.” “Hi Chai. Where are you? Did you still remember the list of things I told you to get us?” he asked. “List? Us?” I heard Wut sigh. “I sent you a message of the list of things we need. I was expecting you to reply, but you only viewed it and ignored it.” “You sent me a message?” I said with a narrowed brow.

* Kimberly walked into her house with her heart beating in her chest, it had totally been a long while. She knocked on the door and waited. After a short while, the door creaked open revealing her mom. She stood there all gallant and healthy, looking as beautiful as ever. "Mom?" She called like she wasn't sure if it truly was her mom, the last time she saw her, she couldn't stand well. "My baby," a drop of tear rolled down Mrs Anderson's cheeks as she quickly pulled her into a tight hug. "Oh my God, we've missed you so much, I've missed you so very much Kim," she cooed holding her in the hug for several minutes.

All the confidence that the shot had given me seemed to disappear immediately. “Marry me, please,” I said desperately. The guard stood before me and asked me to leave, I threw my card containing my name and number at him. “Please call me, in case you need a wife,” I yelled as the guard carried me out of the bar.

Aster~ "Oh my gosh, Mom and Dad, I've missed you both so much," I exclaimed, pulling them into a tight hug. They smiled at me, and I could feel the emptiness inside me slowly start to fade. "How have you been, Mom?" I asked as I stepped back.

Nowadays, she didn't have time to guess Manuel, but she should focus on her work. When the time came to know, she believed Manuel would tell her. Britney handled work matters while adjusting herself. Until Manuel pushed the door open. "Are you done being busy?" "Back already? Finished with your work," Britney typed quickly, her fingertips tapping out the last few words. "Missed me?" Manuel raised an eyebrow. Britney rolled her eyes. "I miss you. I miss you so desperately!" He couldn't help but smile when he saw her answer with gritted teeth.

MIKE we are on the couch. The TV is on, a soap opera is playing. She is sitting beside me covering herself with a duvet. the lights are off. She is curled like she’s paying attention to whatever is playing but I know she’s not. She hasn’t said much in the past fifteen minutes together. Then her phone buzzes. I glance at her and she glances back. She check it quickly like she has been waiting for it. I notice how eager she is to leave.

I've been secretly dating Liam Burnett, my brother Julian Elling's childhood friend, for five years. On my 23rd birthday, Julian suddenly tells me, "Liam rented out an entire restaurant. He's proposing to the woman he's been seeing for five years. Bring your boyfriend along. We're going to help him pull off the perfect proposal!" Liam promised me that once I turned 23, we'd finally stop hiding our relationship and he'd propose to me. So I get dressed up and head to the restaurant, convinced this is finally the night I've been waiting for. But when I arrive, Liam is already down on one knee in front of another woman, sliding a ring onto her finger. Everyone erupts in cheers and starts urg

I have a bad habit of teasing people. I'm not in the best of moods today, Nate. And maybe I'll tell you why that is, but not now. Your letter is the one thing I actually looked forward to today. I'm sorry if I sound like a dying cat. I'm trying not to. I promise that it won't be the same next time. Okay?

ME: Would you meet me for coffee tomorrow? I stared at the message. It sounded too casual. I added: ME: Not at the house. You can choose the place. Then: ME: I am not going to argue. I only want to talk. I sent them. The reply did not come immediately. I forced myself to place the phone down. Ten minutes later, it vibrated. MISSY: Why? I typed. ME: Because I miss you. The honesty made me uncomfortable. It also felt right. A minute passed.

“…then listen to me.” My voice cracked. “You have to come back. I cannot do this without you.” Saying it left me exposed and raw, but . “I miss you.” A tear rolled down my cheek before I could stop it. I didn’t even remember the last time I teared up over a woman, and yet, here I was. “I miss hearing your voice. I miss arguing with you. I miss the way you looked at me whenever I said something stupid.” A weak laugh escaped me. “Which was more often than I would ever admit.” The laugh faded. “I miss you walking into a room. I miss your smile. I miss you. I miss seeing you and despite everything, knowing that things would be okay simply because you were there.”