I miss that special person who is always the one behind my smile and makes me feel loved  Darling, you are my treasure; My life depends on you and I would never want to lose you . Hope I will get it in…….Read more

Here’s an 800-word heartfelt piece written in a personal, emotional style, expressing longing, love, and hope:

Hope I Will Get It in Time

I miss that special person who’s always been the reason behind my smile—the one who could turn the darkest day into light with just a look, a word, a presence. Darling, you are my treasure. My life has wrapped itself around yours in ways I never imagined possible. And now, with the quiet between us growing louder each day, I find myself writing the things I can’t always say aloud.

It’s strange how someone becomes a part of you. Not just in the romantic way people always talk about—but deeper, more quietly. You learn the rhythm of their breath, the tilt of their laugh, the way they reach for your hand without needing to ask. And slowly, you stop being just you—you become us. A shared language of glances, gestures, and inside jokes. And when that person feels distant, even if they’re just a phone call or a town away, it’s like something vital has been misplaced.

I never thought I’d be the kind of person to depend on anyone. I’ve always tried to be strong, independent, capable. But with you, it’s different. With you, I don’t feel weaker—I feel more. More alive. More open. More human. I don’t need to wear armor around you. I don’t need to pretend I’m fine when I’m not. Your love has been a safe place, and your absence feels like a hole I can’t quite fill.

There are nights when I lie awake and imagine the way you’d reach across the bed, the warmth of your touch chasing away the cold. I replay memories like films in my mind—the spontaneous road trips, the silly songs we made up, the way we danced in the kitchen barefoot. I even miss the ordinary things—grocery shopping with you, arguing over what movie to watch, waiting for your morning smile.

What hurts most is knowing that love like ours doesn’t come around often. You are not just anyone. You are my person. The one who gets me. The one who stood by me when I was at my lowest. The one who believed in me when I couldn’t see past my own self-doubt. You’ve been my anchor and my wings, grounding me and lifting me all at once. Losing you, even temporarily, feels like losing the part of myself that remembers how to hope.

I don’t know what the future holds. Maybe time is what we need. Maybe space will show us what we’re made of. But I can’t stop hoping—hoping I’ll get it in time. Hoping I’ll get back the laughter, the shared mornings, the quiet, familiar comfort of your presence. Hoping that whatever storm we’re in, we’ll find each other on the other side.

If you’re reading this—if any part of you still feels what I feel—know this: my heart is still yours. I’m not going anywhere. I’m holding on, even if I have to hold on quietly. I don’t want to move on. I don’t want anyone else’s arms. I just want us again. I want another chance to tell you every day how much you mean to me, how deeply I love you, and how much better this world feels with you in it.

We weren’t perfect. No love story is. But we were real. We had something that most people spend their whole lives searching for. I still believe in that. I still believe in us.

Sometimes, I imagine the moment you come back—whether it’s a message, a call, or just standing at my door. I imagine falling into your arms and letting every unspoken word fall away in silence. I imagine telling you, again and again, that you matter more than anything. That I’ve waited, that I’ve hoped, and that I still do.

I don’t have all the answers. I can’t promise that we’ll never struggle again. But I can promise this: I will love you with everything I have. I will choose you every single day. I will show up—for the good, the hard, and everything in between. Because that’s what you do for someone who is your heart, your home, your everything.

You’re not just a chapter in my story. You are the story. And I’ll keep writing it in my heart until you’re ready to turn the page with me again.

Darling, you are my treasure. And I would never want to lose you.

I just hope—I pray—that I’ll get it in time.

Let me know if you’d like this tailored into a letter, a poem, or written from a different perspective.