Open When You Miss Me Letter Novels & Stories

Good thing that this is not the main street, only means that there were few cars passing by. I took the paper and gently opens it. The paper contains small and yet visible letters. "I knew it." I mouthed as soon as I read who the letter was from. "Lexus" I brush my hand upward my forehead, annoyed by him. 'I miss you. Can you come back to me already?' That what the letter was composed of. It was a short and cringy plead from Lexus. I think if this is happening, my aunt could be right that I have something to do with the lockdown. Is this Lexus' Action?

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.

TROY’S POV. "Is it because of this?" she asked, waving the letter. "What is that?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Why don't I read it to you?" she suggested, unfolding the paper. "Dear Troy, I miss you deeply. Every day, I dream of you and think of you, even though you are far away. You are always in my heart. Everything is going well here, so please don’t worry. I will be home soon, and I can not wait to hold you and kiss you lovingly," she read the letter with a mocking tone. As she continued, I reached for the letter, snatching it from her hands.

Trying to rewrite the story. My thumb trembled as I opened the message. My heart slammed hard enough to shake the bones in my chest. I MISS YOU. I WANT TO SEE YOU. BUT I’M NOT WELL ENOUGH TO COME GET YOU. PLEASE, DIANA. COME OVER TO MY PLACE. Tears stung my eyes before I could stop them, blurring the screen until the words melted into light. I didn’t even finish reading before I threw off the covers. The floor was cool beneath my feet. My blood surged, hot and loud, a tidal wave crashing through my veins.

This is our new way of studying together, our legs entwined while we study. I open the paper letter first and read it. ‘Hey Yorick! I know you didn’t expect to hear from me so soon, but since I wanted to encourage you to write me quickly, I wrote the day you left. It’s already too quiet here. How can you have so much of a presence here that I already miss you?

Instead of letting that fear consume me, I allowed a small smile to form on my lips as I stared down at the letter he had sent me. My fingers moved almost unconsciously, gently running over the surface of the paper as if the simple act of touching it could somehow bring him closer to me, as though the warmth of his presence still lingered between the folds of the page. When I finally decided to open it, my heart warmed almost instantly the moment my eyes began scanning the familiar handwriting. “Wife, how have you been? I miss you. Can we at least write letters to each other once per week? Are they feeding you well? Do they treat you well?

The memory of you will always be inside of me. I'm sorry, and thank you for existing and for reciprocating my love. I love you, always. Please don't wait for me. ~ OEL With shaky hands and my heart thumping madly in my chest that my body starts vibrating, I fling the letter away from me and burst into fresh tears. No one has ever hurt me like this before. And the letter, makes it all official that Max is never coming back.

Panic rises within me as I call out for the nurse, my voice edged with desperation. The nurse approaches with a sympathetic look and hands me a letter. I sit down on the very bed where Abby has spent countless days, her fragrance still lingering in the air, and my heart aches with an unsettling mixture of emotions. I unfold the letter with trembling hands, my eyes scanning each word as if searching for hidden meanings or clues. What I find is a heartfelt message, one that strikes deep into the core of my being. --- Michael, I hope this letter finds you well. I wanted to express my gratitude from the bottom of my heart for all the care and love you've showered upon me during these challenging

I was about leaving when I noticed an envelope attached beneath my lampstand. I walked steadily and dragged out the envelope. It was a little bit heavy. I opened it and put my hands inside bringing the whole content out. More than two dozens of I and Zayn's pictures with a small letter were in it. I kept the pictures aside and tore the string rolled neatly across it. I unstringed it successfully and opened it widely. It was empty. I quickly turned it over with trembling hands. What I saw made me froze immediately. Do you miss me?

It was hard to accept that I would not be able to touch you the way I wanted. I am not even sure why I decided to write this letter. I figured you would not want to see me or talk to me right now. When I am with you in person, I don't know how to express myself. I find it really hard to be honest and open with you, especially when I look into your innocent, piercing eyes. Maybe, your eyes are my weakness. I just want to be completely honest with you. I love you, Ivy, and I miss you terribly. I still want you to be mine. No matter what, my love for you will always be there.