Open When You Miss Me Alot Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

I pick up my phone once again and look at your picture. “Where are you and how are you? Do you still think of me? Noah misses you so much, I miss you so much too.” I close my eyes and remember your scent. “Ah, skinny girl...”

Olivia's face was slightly flushed red as she looked up at the message that was sent from her mobile number. “Dear Darling, When my eyes are closed, they look so hard that when I open them, they could see you, my dear. You've got me missing you like crazy. My eyes are longing to see your face, and my hands long for your touch. My lips yearn for your kisses, and my heart longs for your love. All I want to say is that, baby, I miss you whenever you are not around. You mean the world to me!” Her eyes widened in shock, and her face flushed redder than it was. Filled with embarrassment, she stumps her feet on the ground, turns innocently, and stares at him.

A wide smile appeared on my face when I looked at that envelope, and I couldn't hold myself from checking what was inside it. 'I miss you A little too much A little too often And a little more Every day, every hour, every minute, and every second. -Attam' With a smiling emoji at the end. "I miss you too," I spoke to myself and thought to say the same when he would be in front of me. ****

My dearest love, For what good is a man without a muse? You are all that I breathe. All that I yearn for. What ignites my very being. I’m writing this for whenever you miss me. Be it that I’m at a distance you deem too far, or not nearly close enough that you breathe the air I breathe.

My thumb hovers over it for a second, then I press call. It rings, twice, and then…. “The number you are trying to reach is not available…” I close my eyes. It's the same thing every time, but it still hurts every single time. “Yeah,” I whisper hoarsely. “I figured.” I lower the phone slowly, my grip tightening slightly. “I miss you,” I breathe out, but silence answers me as usual. I open my gallery next to watch her pictures….out pictures. And there she is….. smiling, alive, and real.

My thumb hovers over it for a second, then I press call. It rings, twice, and then…. “The number you are trying to reach is not available…” I close my eyes. It's the same thing every time, but it still hurts every single time. “Yeah,” I whisper hoarsely. “I figured.” I lower the phone slowly, my grip tightening slightly. “I miss you,” I breathe out, but silence answers me as usual. I open my gallery next to watch her pictures….out pictures. And there she is….. smiling, alive, and real.

I've started to miss you Pieces of you The fleeting touches I've started to miss them again. This time, I'm not sure if I'll ever not miss them. You stay next to me with me in your arms but your eyes search for somebody else, something else. Do you need more? Or do you need less? Do you need me? Or do you need her?

“Tell me, songbird, how much have you missed me?” “So much,” I moan, wrapping my arms around L’s body. “I’ve missed you so much.” “Tell me what you’ve missed.” He pushes, shoving two fingers into me and pumping them. “Have you missed this?” “Yes,” I gasp as pleasure explodes through me. “I’ve missed this and…” I stop for a moment, embarrassment rushing through me over what I’m doing. “And I’ve missed your…” Shit. How could I say it? What type of woman would that make me?