Open When You Miss Me Letters Novels & Stories

“It’s from my mate. It’s mine.” Chuckling, I hurried to a quiet corner, my fingers trembling as I tore open the envelope. My breath hitched as I pulled out the letter and began to read. My Dearest Leia, It feels like an eternity since I last held you in my arms, since I last heard your voice or felt the warmth of your presence beside me. Every night, I find myself reaching for you in my sleep, only to wake up to the cold emptiness of my chambers. I miss you more than words can convey.

My heart was warm, I was smiling the whole time just reading those appreciation letters from my friends and schoolmate. Lowell and Eon gave me appreciation letters as well. I was laughing while reading their letters because it was about thanking me for the times I helped them in their relationships. I am grateful that they thought of me like that. I looked at the last two letters I had on my basket and bit my lower lip. Just thinking about them hating me was enough to gather all my anxiety attacks. Am I going to be able to read their letter? My hands were shaking when I decided to open Ethan’s letter first: “Hi baby, I missed calling you that. I hate that we have to separate ways.

Thank you so much. I am half worried that this letter will freak you out. So to prevent that, I am going to take a leap of faith and say "I love you" to you directly. If your response is off, I will never give this letter to you. If you are reading this now- well, that means your response is good, and I'm satisfied enough to be brave and give you this. Are you crying? No? I think you are lying... I know you enough to know that this letter will make you cry. I hope the tears that you shed are happy tears. I wish I was there with you. I miss you.

He didn't want to read as it wasn't his but as soon as he decided to close the box he saw something. His name. It was written on the letter. For Harry. He grabbed the rest of the papers and gulped as all of the letters had his name on them. It looked like they were written a long time ago. They were so many. Gulping down his heart restricted him to not open it but going against it he opened it and started reading it with a heavy heart. His stomach flipped upside down when he read the first line. I miss you. Every second I miss you. Your presence is something that never failed to make me realize that I have someone. I never felt the care you showed me. You remember I never told you about my f

Take care, D'Andre, and know that my love for you, as complicated and bittersweet as it is, will forever be a part of who I am. I leave you this letter as a testament to my feelings I had felt for you before, as an apology for the pain I've caused, and as a plea for your understanding. Goodbye, Mr. Cruel Who Lied To Me That Summer. Love, Maiari D'Andre clutched the letter, his hands trembling, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. As he flipped the paper, his heart raced with anticipation, hoping for more words, a sign that Maiari might still want him to find her. But all he found was a faded baby picture of Maiari, a tiny version of the woman he had fallen in love with.

I placed the remaining sheets of paper on the ground and set them on fire. "Dear Daniel! I miss you, I don't know how to start this letter. I only want to say that I miss you. I'm afraid I'm forgetting your voice, the way you looked at me, how your hair felt on my fingers, the scent of your skin. I keep waiting, I keep praying that you're fine. That you'll come and save me with a kiss instead of burying me with that kiss, like the first and last time your lips touched mine. I want to believe that you never hurt me. I want to believe that maybe you love me as much as I do or more. Tonight it's my birthday, and I'm praying you can visit me in my dreams. Maybe you can look at me deep in the eye

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.

Everything looked the same—dusty trophies from high school, faded posters, the worn-out desk where she’d written college essays and breakup letters she never sent. She sat on the edge of her bed and opened the top drawer. Inside was a bundle of old letters. Letters from Adrian. Her hands trembled as she pulled one out. Elena, I don’t know where you are. I don’t know if you’ll ever read this. But I miss you. Not just the version of you I used to kiss behind the lighthouse. I miss the way you made me believe in forever. I don’t believe in it anymore. Not without you.

Daisy's POV As soon as the history teacher left the class, I quickly carried my bag from the locker, I have to make my escape from those eyes that have me boring into me, thank God it was the last class for the day, as soon as I opened my locker and grabbed my bag, a piece of paper fell out and Owen, one of my classmates picked it up, I looked at what he has picked up and my eyes widened in fear, it was the love letter I had written, I have quickly kept it in my locker to avoid Aires seeing it and has completely forgotten all about it, I quickly made a mad dash for it but Owen was faster and my exasperated attempt to get it back only made him suspicious as to what is written there, "no, no,

I don’t want to think why she is sad or feels guilty because it is a reminder of everything that we have lost. “I just need time.” “Okay.” I don’t even hear her walk away. I stare at the envelope in my hand for long minutes drawing in shaky breaths as I search for the courage to open it. When I finally do, I find a folded letter with small block letters. Wilder,