Open When You Miss Me Letter Novels & Stories

I stare at it, for what seems like an amazingly long time, both needing to open it and dreading to at the same time. There's noise in the hallway, letting me know everyone is up and at 'em, which means I should be too. "C'mon, D," I chide myself. "Open the fucking thing and get on with your life." Irritated, I hook a finger in the side and tear it along the edge, unfolding the paper with a gusto that almost rips it. I miss you. I need you. I love you. What? I have to read those words again, let them sink into my brain and grow roots, take hold and then make myself take a breath. She misses me? She loves me? She needs me?

He tore the envelope carelessly and unfold the letter inside it. To my love, Alexander Suarez I'm fine here and hope you fine there too. I didn't asked anything about you because I didn't wanted to disturb you in your official works. Please forgive me. I would like to inform you that I'm working on my problem and surely you will get the result of it. I'm not going to break any of your rules and disobey you, please do not worry. Take care of your yourself and please come back soon, I miss you and I love you.

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.”

When I picked it up, a blue piece of paper fell out of it so I opened it and gasped, quickly closing it back because it was a letter. A letter from Hector that started with the words, “ Kayla, I hope you will forgive me for this.”

“But I’ll be there.” He leaves and the curtain sways. Night air cools the sweat on my skin and his cum between my thighs. I lie alone in a ruined bed with an open window and the ghost of a man I may never touch again. I should close it, instead, I leave it open, and pull the covers up my body. Thursday morning, a letter slides under my door. I pick it up, coffee in hand, heart in my throat. “I’ve missed your greedy cunt. I’ll come visit same time next Tuesday.”

I have loved my best friend this whole time and didn't even know it. I lie on Robbie's bed and smell his scent on his pillow. A tear comes to my eyes. What an awful bitch I have been to him. He's always been there, and I'm almost too late. He'll never be able to be with me now, not with Missy at his side. But maybe he can forgive me. Perhaps that's the adult thing to do. Letting go of the people we love is how we find adulthood, or rather how it finds us. My heart cries on Robbie's bed. When I open my eyes, I see a piece of paper poking out of Robbie's desk. Usually, I believe in privacy, but this is too important to ignore. The drawer to the desk opens, and the letter is addressed to me. De

He was the kind of man who would rather tell me in person than to send me a letter. My stomach tightened with apprehension. This time, I gently closed the door. I broke the wax seal and unfolded the letter. It wasn't long. "Rosalie, Have you missed me? It has been far too long.

He opened the message and read it immediately. [Of course, I'm thinking of you. You're not the only bitten in this couple, I too miss you at any time of the day. I miss you so much that I imagine that 15 days have passed and that you and I will see each other tomorrow morning. Hmm, I'll be strong and I'll be waiting for you so focus on your job and be good. Your angel who is waiting for you and who will always be waiting for you, Emma]

With an urgency borne out of curiosity and trepidation, she tore open the envelope, casting aside any semblance of composure. Her fingers gingerly removed the piece of paper nestled within the envelope, and she began to read the words written upon it. Each word seemed to etch itself upon her heart, causing her eyes to dilate and her breath to catch in her throat. It was a letter, a message from someone unknown, and its contents held a mysterious promise. "Hi Melina dear," the letter began, "I am writing to let you know that I have missed you so much, and I can't really wait for us to reunite again. I know you must have been missing me too. We shall meet soon, bye for now."

I fall to the floor with the clothes and clutch my phone in my other hand, feeling defeated. I fucking miss him already. Smiling, I pull up his number and begin my message. Except, I write the thing four times and end up erasing every single one I type out. "Hey, Brixton. I hope you're thinking about what we talked about earlier. I miss you and really want to be back together but I need for you to be open and honest with me. I love you so much." Hey there, little bird. I fucking miss you too and I fucking love you more than life itself. I have been thinking about what we talked about and I'm ready to be open with you.