Novel & Cerita U Gonna Miss Me

Because as I stare at the three worded text he sent, I feel envious of the hold he has on me. I continue to stare as if the words would disappear. Only he can ensue this out of me. 'I miss you.' So simple, yet my heart doesn't seem to think so. He misses you as a friend idiot! my conscious screams at me. Why does he always do this to me?

With nobody. KATHY 🌈❤💯: Because it puts so much pressure on me. I feel like i am not doing enough and fucking up when you said that you missed me ME: You not wanting to talk to anyone still is reason enough to not talk to me. Katharina I won't get mad if you don't talk to me because I know you have an "actual" life besides this "phone one". I'll get mad if you tell me "whatever" when I say I miss you...

I can only imagine what he looks like Stella; find him on I* Zendaya; you think I haven’t tried that? Well, I do that every now and then but I’m guessing my parents were smart enough to either change his name or make him use a different name for his social media’s . It sucks and everything hurts. Stella; there’s this song I used to sing when I miss someone . I miss you by Adele. I want every single piece of you I want your heaven and your oceans too Treat me soft but touch me cruel

I laughed a bit and walked outside as I saw how a wry smile etched on Nate's face as he saw me smiling while talking with her. "You too confident. Okay, I'll hang it up. Enjoy and God bless, Zac." She was about to end the call, but I stop her. "I miss you already, I want to go home now." I knew that she was still in the other line as she did l still heard her sigh. "I saw a lot of girls cheering for you. It hasn't been 24 hours since you left, you missed me already? As if I'm believing." I smiled as I heard how the tone of her voice suddenly change.

I take out my phone from my pocket and see Zach's message saying: Zach, 11:30am I am sorry, Tay, about yesterday. Can you please hear me out first, I can explain? I miss you talking to me ☹ I definitely miss talking to him but all I want now is to save myself from a broken heart and switch off my phone without replying to his text. I quickly eat my salad and stand up, telling my friends that I'm going to the toilet. They briskly nod at me and go back to their food. Just as I was about to turn a corner to head to the toilet, someone grabs my hand and my back hits the wall, as blue eyes stare into mine.

' I sighed, "nothing really.. it's just that I miss you. Last night I was with you.. and now I miss you.." I heard her sigh too, 'honestly, I miss you too.. but will see each other on Monday..' "Yeah..." 'I have to go...' "I know, be safe okay...please." 'I'm safe... be okay because Monday is like so far.. so behave...' "Of course I'll behave...behave too, please..." She laughed, 'i will don't worry...' "Vee..." 'yes...?' "I'm going to miss you.." 'i know baby I'll miss you too.. look I have to...'

I did not reply. With one arm holding my daughter and the other pulling my suitcase, I walked toward her mother's house. No disappointment remained. No compromise either. Only relief. "Goodbye, Gwyneth," I muttered. This was the last time we would ever see each other. From this moment on, we would have nothing to do with each other. Congratulations on losing me. The next day, I boarded a plane. I knew that once I left, I would never return. At the same time…

“Gods, I missed you.” “I missed you too.” The admission was torn from a place she’d sealed shut. “Even when I hated you, I missed you. Every day.” His eyes glistened in the lamplight. He leaned forward, his forehead coming to rest against hers. Their breath mingled, warm in the cold space. The mating pull, a constant hum since his return, swelled into a resonant chord. It wasn’t just desire. It was recognition. Completion. A puzzle piece slotting home after being lost for years.

"I know sorry doesn't fix any of that. I know you can't unhear the things I said or un-miss the things I missed. But I am sorry. For all of it. More than I know how to say." Ethan was quiet for long enough that Adrian began to wonder if he had said the wrong thing, framed it badly, asked too much of an eight-year-old who had been in surgery two weeks ago and should not be carrying his father's guilt on top of his own recovery. Then Ethan said: "I know you love me." "I do. I always have."

As he walked down the empty street, one sentence repeated in his mind— "After everything we've done to her over the years, how could a few words make it right?" That was the truth, wasn't it? He had hurt Jess too much. Too deeply. How could a few words possibly erase all of that? If it were him, he wouldn't forgive himself either. That night, he went back to the hospital, but the doctor told him Jessica had already been discharged. He didn't try to find her. Instead, the next evening, after work, he waited outside her company.