A Letter For Your Crush Novels & Stories

“Sometimes, you're not even in the classroom, but looking at your seat, your books, and your pen and paper on the table is enough to make me happy." After that, Leon Batton opened even more envelopes, all marked with different numbers. By the tenth letter, he was certain that the numbers indicated the sequence that she had written them. Each letter contained a young teenager’s feelings toward her crush. Leon could tell what a humble person she was from her words alone. He could tell that she had self-esteem issues.

If I could predict the future I wouldn't have written that letter. At age fifteen I wrote Steve a letter telling him how long I have had a crush on him and how I would like for us to be more closer. As at that time Steve was twenty one and I know he wouldn't want to get involved with me because I'm underage but I wrote in the letter that I would keep our relationship secret from my brother and anyone. I put the letter in his coat the night he came to our house for dinner.

“You like your cute code boy. I can see it. It is written on your forehead. Big, sparkly letters: I like Bobby.” I folded my arms. “You do not know what you are talking about.” She tapped her temple. “I know crushes. I studied them. Practical experience. Many years.” “That is not something to brag about.” She only grinned wider. “When I met you I thought you were all straight lines and serious eyes. But look at you. Fluffing your hair for your Sugar Crush.” “I did not fluff my hair,” I hissed. “And stop calling him that.”

Which is wrong, but could you blame me? I don’t know you that much yet, but that doesn’t stop me from harboring feelings for you. Yes, this is a love letter, in case you’re still confused. This is me, confessing my feelings for you. I like you a lot, Jupiter! I’m happy to know that you’re graduating next week as the top student of your batch. Although, at the same time, I’m quite sad that I won’t be seeing you in the campus anymore. That is why I’m taking this opportunity to reveal everything to you so it would be less humiliating for me because you’d be gone anytime soon.

Excitedly, I wrote like this; "To my dearest Joshua, Though we had talked a few minutes ago and greeted each other already, please accept my sincere second greetings to you. Today was not a good day for me. As soon as I stepped foot back into the mansion or our house, mum and I did not have a good welcoming. We have a misunderstanding for some reasons. Funny, but she slapped my face because the one who answered her calls was a young and handsome male wolf, not me. However, the case was already settled. That wolf no longer needs to get worried because my mum will not call him again. My wolf was supposed to write you a letter with a piece of paper and pen. Sadly, I'm in my car in the middle of

"What are you doing?" "Shh. Just listen to me." I nod my head for him to carry on, keeping my mouth shut and my gaze straight forward. "When I was 16 and we had stopped talking for a while or for good but at the time I didn't think it would be permanent, I wrote to you. I sent it to your secondary school, and I felt happy when I never got it back. I got it back. I got all of them back. I didn't even know where you lived or why you left. My best friend Camden used to call us the 'Hate duo' because of the shit we said to each other. I always laughed because it worked amazingly for us both at the time, and I loved it! I loved how you would insult me just to make yourself feel better, and there

‘Hey Jacob here save this number’ By the time I finally send the message, my heart is thumping like a drum. She doesn’t answer me. Of course, she doesn’t answer me. She isn’t desperate like me. Although I sent the text barely two minutes ago. I have a stupid crush on her, after all. First crush of my life, for christ’s sake.

This place is one of the well-known subdivisions in the city. “We can’t pretend that we’re in a relationship in front of your parents, Zero. I don’t want any misunderstanding,” I said. Zero let out a soft chuckle. “Just act casually, baby. And it’s fine to me if you will show how much you love—” “Excuse me. You’re just my crush, okay?” “But crush can be developed into love. And why did you ask me for a favor then… if you don’t love me?” he asked which caught me off guard. I don’t know how to react at this moment. My brain cells won’t function well either to speak for myself.

And unexpected, he crashed his lips against mine as he kisses me breathlessly. “I love you, Tamara,” He said with so much sincerity after we unlocked from the intense kiss. “I love you more, my celebrity crush,” I replied and we both erupted in deep laughter. . . . The End.

I placed the remaining sheets of paper on the ground and set them on fire. "Dear Daniel! I miss you, I don't know how to start this letter. I only want to say that I miss you. I'm afraid I'm forgetting your voice, the way you looked at me, how your hair felt on my fingers, the scent of your skin. I keep waiting, I keep praying that you're fine. That you'll come and save me with a kiss instead of burying me with that kiss, like the first and last time your lips touched mine. I want to believe that you never hurt me. I want to believe that maybe you love me as much as I do or more. Tonight it's my birthday, and I'm praying you can visit me in my dreams. Maybe you can look at me deep in the eye