A Letter For Your Crush Novels & Stories

I then read what the message said. "Good morning beautiful. I hope you had a great time last night, because I know I did. In case you are still wondering who this is, well it's Jack. You know the guy from the plane three days ago. Well just thought you should know, you were on my mind; and I would most definitely like to take you out on a date sometime this week." I smiled as I read the messaged. I then replied back before getting some breakfast. "Good morning, thank you for the text message, I'll lock you in my phone; and I would like to go on a date with you." Looks like I get to finally move on from my childhood crush after all.

Liam crinkled his eyes and looked at the words. "Dear Michael: I know it might be abrupt, and you might find it too surprising to accept, but I have to tell you - I like you. I really, really like you. There were about five hundred words in this moving letter. And Liam's face was dark with rage. Because this beautiful handwriting was from Rita indeed. Michael hadn't lied? Rita really had had a crush on him? Liam narrowed his eyes impassively, with unknown feelings in them. Out of curiosity, Rita also peeped at the letter.

The letter was written in neat writing. 'I'm sure you'll look stunning today. To be honest, you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Keep that smile on your face, it's breathtaking....Wear the mask tonight... I'm sure it'll suit you. [Black] I gasped. My secret friend had a crush on me! He was stalking me! I slammed my locker shut, trying to wrap my head around the fact that someone could be stalking me. Why would anyone be stalking me? It just didn't make sense.

“I like you… and I think I might go crazy because of that.” “Chl—” “I have had a crush on you since I met you, and it has done nothing but grow more in the last few years.” “I know… you do not not share the same feelings for me and I am not telling you this to burden you, so, I don’t want your response.” “I know I am just like a sister to you and I hate you so much for thinking of me as your sister. Maybe it would have been better if we met under different circumstances… or maybe not.”

he said and I gave a dark chuckle, “ You underestimate me Rodrigo, are you forgetting that I'm a woman who can have any man I want wrapped around my finger," “ Not me," “Oh, shut up," I said as I looked at him with a glare and he raised his hands in surrender, “ You were saying?" he asked, “ Did you forget he had a stupid crush on me in highschool and that silly letter he wrote when he wanted me to be his date to prom, I'm going to use whatever I can to make his life hell,” I said as Rodrigo looked at me with raised brows like I have suddenly grown two heads. " I still don't get you,” he said and I couldn't help but facepalm as I shook my head. What was so hard to understand in all I just sa

Well, I can start in this mess. I picked up the papers and organized them in the box. Then something fell in my feet. A letter. Not just a letter but my letter for Oliver when we are still in high school. It’s a bit nostalgic because I remember having a major crush on my senior and me being a thick-faced kid during that time so I grab the chance to be friends with him. I sat on the now-empty sofa and read my cheesy and cringe letter. Flashback “Tomorrow is Valentine what should I give to him?” I didn’t mean to say it out loud

Is it 19th century enough for you? I haven't sent a hand-written letter to anyone before, except a girl I had a crush on in Grade 6, and that didn't turn out well. It seems I haven't learned my lesson... But there's something about you that makes me want to do crazy things like this. To see you again would be wonderful. To have you in my life would be more than I deserve, maybe a miracle. But miracles do happen. Yours, Byron

“I am sorry, do I know you?” “I suppose I don’t think you will remember me even if I used to always have a crush on you in high school and when I wrote you a letter, you tore it up without even reading it” I stilled I had read the letter of course, it was a bunch of bullshit about love from a rich snob who made it his job to beat up people and bully them each day of their lives and yes I had torn it up to dissuade him from his endeavors which had worked.

Intrigued, I moved closer to catch more details about my friend's heartfelt confession. "Hi Ryle! Remember me? We were classmates back in high school." Ryle smiled awkwardly as Crisha continued. She extended the letter with a hopeful expression. "The truth is, I've liked you for quite some time now. If you're interested, I've poured my thoughts into this letter. Feel free to read the details at your own pace." Finally, the confession appeared to be a success, and I couldn't help but smile widely. Crisha made it seem like the confession was a simple feat, but I could sense the courage she had gathered over the years. She was undoubtedly hopeful for a positive response.

Kieran sat beside me and started reminiscing on his own. "In high school, you were everyone's dream girl. So many guys had crushes on you, but Flynn was like a flyswatter—anyone who got close to you, he smacked them away. "He blocked every single guy who tried to give you love letters or ask you out for meals. If you were to tell me that he didn't have feelings for you, I wouldn't believe it for a second."