Poem For Someone You Love And Miss นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Dear Stephanie, You’re probably wondering why I am sending a note. I decided that I am not going to give up on you and I am going to send a note each day till you accept to be mine. You know, I remember the first time I met you. I wasn’t even sure if we could live together but now, it’s like I have found a soulmate in you. I miss you a lot around the house. Sometimes, I just stare at the front door in your room hoping you would come out of it. I miss your smile, the subtle way you laugh and the way you talk. I miss how you light up a whole place just by being in it. I miss how you sit in front of the tv, rewatching friends for the hundredth time. I miss you and I want you back. I never knew

Value self. Amen. Your love, The Friend

I hope they stay together forever and live happily. I don’t want to stay here anymore. It’s not that I don’t like to stay here but I miss someone. I miss seeing that face. I miss hearing that voice. I miss that person. When I started to work I was a lazy butt but when she started to work in the company I became an early person, just to see her. I wanted to go back and see her, once. “I miss you” I said while driving. Only if she was here than it would have been perfect. Me, she, Emily and Ethan.

In order to see the aurora with Alexander, I began planning a year in advance. Alexander and my adopted sister had already left me behind and gone to the destination ahead of time. When I arrived, no one answered the phone. I waited for ten hours before he finally returned my call. On the phone, Evelyn laughed excitedly, "Diana! I've already explored this entire city. Alex is so mature and charming—he planned everything in advance. I'm having such a wonderful time!" She chattered away, sharing her experiences, while Alexander occasionally play along to add details. The two of them had spent the holiday blissfully together like a pair of lovebirds. It was as if neither of them had noticed o

I cried out this time. “I need you guys. Living is so hard, I keep on making mistakes.” Time passed, though I couldn’t tell how long. I spoke softly, almost to myself, recounting memories, mistakes, things left unsaid. Each word carried a weight I hadn’t realized I had been holding inside. “I miss you,” I finally said, voice trembling. “More than I thought was possible. And it’s… it’s still so strange. So wrong, that you’re not here.” My fingers lingered on the stone, tracing the smooth surface one last time. I took a slow breath, the reality of their absence pressing in, yet there was also a small, stubborn spark inside me, something that whispered I had to keep going, even if every step fe

I could feel the burn of those tears even through my dreams. Afterward, he would carry a tiny bottle of my ashes with him, and it would remain with him for the rest of his life—a life that he spent by his lonesome as well. I could not help but tear up, and a sob escaped from my throat. "Why are you crying?" came Spencer's voice suddenly. It was still the same indifferent tone, with just a hint of exasperation. "I never said I wasn't going to get you." "Then when are you coming?"

(Sorry for the cliché opening, but there's really no good way to start a letter like this) First, I want you to know how much I love you. Present tense, because even though I'm not there anymore, my love for you doesn't end just because I did. That's not how it works. Love doesn't disappear, it transforms. Maybe into memory, maybe into starlight, maybe just into the person left behind who carries it forward.

I take a deep breath, "This is a poem for Iris. Even though I didn't know her long she still managed to take a place in my heart. Iris, I think of you every day. I will miss you dearly. If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane. I would walk right up to Heaven and bring you back again. No farewell words were spoken, No time to say "Goodbye". You were gone before I knew it, and only God knows why. My heart still aches with sadness, and secret tears still flow. What it meant to love you - No one can ever know. But now I know you want me to mourn for you no more; To remember all the happy times