Open When You Miss Me Letters Novels & Stories

I picked one up and opened it. /Dearest Ava- I know, I’m cringing as well. I know you’re scared. I know this is the first letter I’ve written to you since we were separated, but i want you to know that it won’t be the last. I think I know who reported us. That pesky sister of yours. So hide these carefully. I’ll have a special mailman come pick yours up on days I know your parents won’t be around. This letter is only to tell you the routine, the times to prepare your words for me. And to tell you that I miss you. I miss the feeling of our bodies together. It’ll take some time for us to be reunited, but... I promise you it’ll happen. Here’s the routine-/

I miss just being around you. I know you're busy with your new life, but I just wish you would make some time for me. I'm here for you, no matter what. I hope you'll reach out soon. I miss you. Love always, Ian My heart was breaking, reading Ian's letters. He was hurt, thinking that I didn't want him anymore. I hated that he had felt that way, that he thought these things. I wished he could have known how desperately I needed him back then, how much I missed 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.

He read out the letter. Dear sweetheart, Awalewami(my exceeding beautiful woman). How are you?I've missed you. I miss your smile that always reaches your eyes when smiling. I miss the twinkling of your eyes when you are excited and I miss the glistening in your eyes when thinking of doing mischief. I miss the nibbling of your lips when you are nervous and the fiddled of your fingers when you are scared. I miss the narrowness of your eyes when you are suspicious and the furrow of your eyebrows when You are trying to concentrate. I miss the scowl on your face when you are angry and the smugness in your voice when you win. I miss everything about your love. I'm coming back soon to retrieve you

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.”

I opened it and it read thus: “As you might have observed, my partner is an early bird, so there is a high chance of us not seeing each other before we go on our separate journey. I am missing you already and I hope you are missing me as well as you read this letter. Make sure you come back alive as I still need you, my best friend. I wish you a safe and fruitful journey.” -Tasha.

I groaned as I stretched and glanced over at my alarm clock. I ran a quick shower and sat in front of the mirror brushing my hair, a piece of paper caught my eye and I slowly dropped my brush and picked it up. I smiled the moment I remembered what the paper was, it was a love letter that Roberto had written some months ago. "I really miss you," I mumbled as I gripped the paper tightly in my hand. "I really do." 'Clara?' "Rae?" I choked out. "I have missed you so much."

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.

Inside, it smelled like old paper, warm cinnamon, and sunlight. There were shelves that curved into the ceiling, books stacked in bowls and bathtubs, ladders that led to secret corners. There were reading nooks lit by fairy lights. And at the back—a glass box filled with letters. Raymond pulled me by the hand toward it. The sign above it read: “Letters Never Sent.” He nudged me gently. "Pick one." --- We sat by the window, and I opened the first letter. It was dated 1972. A man had written to the woman he loved, confessing he never told her that he had planned to propose the night she walked away.

I could almost hear Ethan’s voice in my mind as I carefully peeled open the first envelope, my heart racing with anticipation of his words. To My Little Goddess, I smiled, tracing the letters with my fingertips. "To My Little Goddess," the words seemed to whisper in Ethan’s voice, and a rush of warmth flooded my chest. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting his presence linger before reading on. "I hope this letter finds you in better health than I fear. I have not heard from you in what feels like an eternity, and though I have been patient, the silence is becoming unbearable. Every day without knowing if you’re safe, if you’re well, weighs heavily on me.