Open When U Miss Me Novels & Stories

Like a quiet squeeze I don’t know how to name. I read it again. Miss you. I should smile. I think. I should feel something soft and obvious and easy. Instead I just sit there, blanket twisted around my legs, hair everywhere, heart doing something confusing. Because I miss him too. I just don’t know what that means anymore. I type. I miss you too. I look at it. It feels… too open. Too honest. Too something. I delete it. Type again. Morning. That’s safer. That’s controlled.

No response. “I miss you. I miss you every day and it’s more painful than I can take. Every time I look at your pictures, I feel as though someone is stabbing my heart with needles. I can’t take it. You being in a place where I cannot see or talk to you just tears me apart and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind.” A single tear fell down my cheek. “Just one more day. One day is what I’m asking for. Let me hold you just for one day and I promise it’s enough for me.”

◇RISHI POV◇ due to my silly behaviour I stayed away from her whole day but when she came near me iam really melted in her love I never get tired in loving her she said she is going near her parents I don't want her o leave me but I can't stop her because I can't be more selfish last night iam unable to sleep because iam addicted to her warmth did she also feels same like me oh God this feeling is killing me when I say that I miss you I really mean a lot you always stay in my dreams always in my heart can't really stay a moment without you can't really stay this way please come back soon as I miss you is all I can say each minute I spent without you makes me miss you so much each night I drea

I wonder if they miss me, or if I'm just a distant memory, a page turned in their book. I know I should pull myself together, that I should take back control of my life. But right now, all I feel is this emptiness, this absence, this regret. I regret letting myself go, believing in their promises, thinking that this night could be the start of something bigger. I regret opening my heart, making myself vulnerable, surrendering to them.

I took the little note between my fingers and opened it, and my breath began to hitch as I read those words that took my breath away: "If you knew how much I miss you and how long I have waited for you. I searched for you in heaven, sea and earth for years I curse those who caused your absence in my life, but the time has come for us to be together forever as it should be, my beloved Luna, and soon you'll be in my arms again.”

Oh how I missed the chance to see how beautiful you look in that graduation gown but I bet you look stunning as ever. You must be very upset with me, I have no better explanation to give but to say I'm sorry for missing our graduation. With love. Amanda gasped after reading the letter. She raised her head immediately and her gaze met her friends who still gave her that baffled look. "Who among us missed graduation?" she asked, bulging her eyes, mystified.

maybe it's because I haven't had sex in a while or maybe " you okay " I ask my voice slightly shaking " yeah. thanks. " I tuck my hair behind my hair once more . trying as much as possible to make him release me. I think I am going to catch a cold or just loose it in five, four , three--- . his grip loosen all of a sudden. he shoves his hands in his pockets as if I had just burnt him. did I do something wrong or do I smell bad or-- . I hate men!. what's the difference between him and Remi?

A punch on their face … Vickii- Well you can call any one by their name you know .. that even sounds better .. so well if you want more punches ..i can happily give you guys .. so let me come to the point .. give me the money back .. or else .. I’ll where your sun won’t shine any more .. so I am being polite and so do you .. Rickz- I really want to thankyou .. but they tore some of money notes but that’s ok .. I – I can manage ..

I feel like a prick — but I push through it. “Okay.” She sounds wounded now. “I miss you,” she whispers. Lie. Her voice and words cut through me like a warm, hot blade through butter to dislodge the tears stinging my eyes. “Sure.” Miss you too, angel. “Bye.” That’s all I can manage to get out with the lump in my throat. I curl myself up on the deck chair, bottle loose in my hand, and close my eyes, letting the pain cloak me. There’s a knock on the door. When I open my eyes, it’s dark.

I just stared at him. He opened his arms. I could see the edge of white bandages peeking out from his sleeve—soaked through. I walked into him, threw myself against his chest, forehead pressed to his sternum—listening to that heartbeat, one after another, steady as the first time he'd held me seven years ago. I looked up at him, tears and rain running down my face—impossible to tell apart. He looked back down, eyes crinkling. "I said one year. I'm four years late. Are you still waiting?"