Open When You Miss Me Letters Novels & Stories

The room closed in around me. The air felt thin. Like it was disappearing. My eyes dropped on their own, to her stomach. Flat. Still small. Early. Which meant… my heart sank even deeper. He had been with her. While writing to me. Those letters. Those soft, gentle words. I miss you. I love you. I can’t wait to come home. Lies. All of it. Every single word. My chest burned. How could he do this? How could he make me believe in something so real…

[Annie, sorry to bug you again! I bought a box of cherries. Can I leave it with you for a bit?] [Annie, my mom sent some Milano cookies. They're super fragile. Can you set them aside for me? Thanks!] My phone wouldn't stop buzzing. Every message in the pickup station group chat was asking me to hold somebody's package. I logged the new deliveries while replying with quick "Got it" messages. Then Mrs. Warner from Unit 401 sent a voice message, sounding genuinely grateful.

Two fingers, index and middle finger make up the letter V. Aiys stare at, again and again. His mind and heart were in contradiction. Without realizing it, water easily dripped from his eye group. Even when the world turns and changes, the memories printed on the photo sheets will remain immortal. Aiys does not hate separation, thank you for creating a trail, Aiys is grateful to have met Daffa. Aiys continued, turning to the third sheet. This little album, a memory from Daffa. *** Two weeks of high school students and one Archipelago will go a comparative study.

Even though times are sophisticated, you can do it via chat, right? Slowly I began to open the letter, a little surprised at the beginning of the title. Want to know? Here I know. My favorite. All love to you, long time no see. I can only pray and pray for you. Sometimes a feeling of longing churned in my heart. So, let's meet. Talk about the past. Or even occasionally you look at me. I don't know, I miss the old thing. When we play in the rain I miss it. I just hope you have time. So, let's spend Monday tomorrow with me. Maybe it will be as much fun as it used to be.

And at the back of the old photograph was a short handwritten message, it read; To my dear friend Hendricks, Live well. Vlad.

He opened the door and leaves. I looked around Cayden's room. Literally everything was gone. Like his room was just another guest room. I ran my hands across his drawer, his table and his bed. I sat on this bed and laughed at all the memories we made. I miss him. I miss him so, so much. I opened the small drawer in his nightstand and widened my eyes when I saw two letters with my name on it. I frowned and opened the first letter. Audrey,

“ Falling in love with you is the most beautiful thing I have ever done because everyday has been colorful ever since. I miss you. ” I shut the letter and bent my head over. My heart raced and I felt my face heat up. To think he'd write something like this is just crazy but maybe… just maybe I like this crazy…

The contact was short but enough to make my heart flutter. “I missed you,” I admitted, looking up at him with a smile. Alan’s face flushed crimson at my words, and I could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest from how close I stood. “I—I missed you too,” he said with a hesitant smile, his voice slightly shaky. I took a few steps back, taking a deep breath. “About the letter I sent,” I began coolly even though my heart was racing in my chest and my palm was suddenly sweaty. “Do you have an answer for me?”

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.

I inquired. "Read them," he replied firmly with a soothing voice. I stared at them and picked one before opening it to read. "Good day, my love. How are you doing? How was your day? I'm writing this to inform you that I can't wait to be in your arms again. I've missed you with every passing day, and I can't see myself without you…" I trailed off, a bit, startled by the longing feeling that the letter conveyed. I looked at him and there was this longing look in his eyes as well as he stared at me.