Open When You Miss Me Alot Novels & Stories

I have to leave you like this. My love, I will be watching you from above. Every time the rain falls, it is me. Saying, how much I miss you, how much I long to be with you. If you feel so alone, close your eyes. I will come to you. I will send my love to you even from the other side. The sun will come forth soon. Love, Alex Kristine opened her eyes, it has been two years but the pain was still the same. She still missed him. Every time it rained, she would go out and opened her arms, believing that it was Alex who was missing her.

“…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.”

Like they are waiting. I curl my fingers inward, trying to mimic the way he used to hold them, but it is not the same. My hands are too cold. Too light. His warmth is missing, replaced by this quiet ache that does not leave me alone no matter how many times I try to distract myself. I whisper, not loud enough for anyone outside this room to hear, “I miss you.” The confession barely leaves my lips, but it feels real, like something I have been holding under water for too long finally breaks the surface.

Phoebe's heart raced uncontrollably, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. Her gaze, filled with longing and vulnerability, silently conveyed the words she couldn't speak: Do you miss me as much as I miss you?

Sally As I sat at home, engrossed in my mom's heartfelt message, a warm smile spread across my face. Her words, laced with longing, echoed in my mind: "I miss you so much... I've bought some gifts that you would love, and I'd love to see you again as well." The distance between us seemed to melt away as I read her words, and I couldn't wait to reunite with her, even if it was just going to be for a very short time.

“I-is this a dream?” He didn’t answer. Maybe he did, but I didn’t hear it. I pressed closer instead, my fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt. “I miss you, Apollo,” I whispered. “I miss you so much it’s driving me crazy. Even when I’m sick, you’re the only one I can think about.” My throat tightened, but the words kept spilling out anyway. “Even when I don’t want to, even when I’m scared of getting hurt again, I can’t stop myself from feeling this way.”

Eleven, a young 18-year-old girl who lives in fear, her life feels dark and crowded like hell. Even though she doesn't know what it's like to live in the real hell, but living with her alcoholic father makes her believe that hell will be better than the place she calls home.

I needed to write something too, and no matter how hard I thought, there was just one thing I could write. –please call me when you see this. I miss… YOU.

Every word. “But I missed you,” she continued, her voice a soft, desperate sound. “God, Jude, I missed you so much. Even when I hated you, I missed you. I missed your smile, and your laugh, and the way you would look at me, like I was the only person in the world. I missed everything.”

Then, she gave a sigh and said, "It's mostly eaten away by stomach acid. Get it to the trace evidence unit, and maybe they can pull something from it." Suddenly, her phone rang with Leo's favorite song as its ringtone. She ripped off her gloves and rushed to the hallway, her voice softening instantly. "What's up, sweetheart? I'm at work." Then, she paused and said, "Tomorrow? Of course, your dad and I will be there to cheer you on. Maeve's away on business, so she can't make it back." Leo's excited voice spilled through the line. "You're the best, Mom! I still hope Bastian will come and watch, too. If he cheers for me, I know I'll win.