Open When You Miss Me Letter Novels & Stories

It smells of him. I reach for the letter and open it. The moment I see my name written on top, everything crumbles, and the tears start falling. ##########

**Song Suggestion: Closure by Hayd** I grabbed the first letter I saw, not caring about reading them in order. I opened it slowly, feeling the sadness starting to well inside me already. As usual, Ian’s penmanship was impeccably beautiful. I was always surprised by how neatly he wrote. His hand writing has been better than mine all of our lives. Dearest Red, I can't believe it's been two months since I moved away now. It feels like just yesterday we were laughing and talking for hours on end. I miss you so much!

We miss you, John. Do you ever miss me? Do you not want to know about our son? Have you forgotten your promises? I wish to see you once before I leave. I didn't know that I won't be able to see you again after that night, if I would have known, I would have never let you go. Always remember I have loved you since I have understood love. Yours Jenny" I closed the letter into four halves as I took out the letterbox from the shelves and put it with other letters. Hope he would come back one day and read this. At least this will make him know that I had missed him.

“See what?” “Did you not get something from upstairs today?” she asks. I look at the letter that’s sitting on my bar. “I did. I just haven’t opened it yet.” “Open it,” she says softly. I go to the bar and quickly open the envelope. I key falls out and I pull out the letter. ‘L- When you miss me, go sleep in my apartment. -H’ “You left me your key,” I say, smiling happily. “I expect my apartment to smell like you when I return,” she says, and I can hear the grin in her voice.

She opens it and looks at me. —Is it...? —I said I'd only give them to you in person. I couldn't come that month. Breaking promises isn't my style, darling —I pause briefly, waiting for her to say something, but she doesn't —It was a total of 537 days. That's two years without seeing you. In those letters, you'll find, in my own handwriting, everything I've missed about you, every flaw that draws me in. Each one also contains the memory of a song that reflects how I feel for you—songs that understand the intensity of it.

As she read his letter, she popped a grape into her mouth and let the words sink in. The letter read: Hello Beautiful, I’m sorry for the delay. Believe me, it’s far from ideal. I miss you terribly and long for the moment when I can hold you in my arms again. I yearn for your enchanting smile, your intoxicating scent, and the comforting presence of your body beside mine as I fall asleep and wake up each day. I’m doing everything I can to expedite this meeting, and I’ll inform you of the new date as soon as it’s set. We will be reunited before you know it. I know patience is hard, but please hang in there. I love you more than words can express and will be eagerly awaiting your next letter.

Taking one shivering letter, I opened it and read, Mon reve, My thoughts drifted off to you as soon as I opened my eyes. Your face grows blurry as I start this letter and I regret not risking the chance to draw you first. It is my thoughts that matters more at this moment. I saw you again last night, you were smiling and that’s a wonder since it’s my first time seeing you so happy. I wonder why you are smiling –“

I sat up and start reading the letter. *My love, I am sorry to leave you without saying goodbye to you but when we reach home you have already fallen asleep by then and I don't want to wake you up just to say goodbye to you but, I promise, I will try to return home as soon as possible. I am going to miss you. I love you. Don't miss me too much. - Love Cole,* I read the letter, and a smile automatically forms on my face. I turned to see it was 8:00 am so I decided to get ready for the day and call him.

I opend the door of the of the post office and went inside, then I asked him to wait outside the for me. I got a pen and paper and I started to write down another letter in reply to Exalia’s letter. “Hey Exalia,” I began. “The love of my life. Every night and and day, I think about you. There’s no day that goes by without me thinking about you. I miss you so much my love and the ache is so obvious in my physical body.” I paused and taught about the contents of Exalia’s letter. Her letter was a mixture of both joy and pain, I felt joy hearing from her and knowing she was thinking about me and home.

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.