A Letter To My Crush About My Feelings Novels & Stories

The familiar loops of my teenage handwriting stared back at me, messy and unrefined, but undeniably mine. "January 12th. I saw Logan today in the hallway. The moment he looked at me, my heart felt as though it was about to burst. He appeared to be so serious. He’ll never notice me like that, though. He’s Patty’s boyfriend, and she’s perfect. Ugh, why am I even writing this?" My throat tightened, and I flipped further. Page after page, it was all there—my secrets, my insecurities, my dreams. The crush I thought I’d hidden so well.

I'm definitely in over my head I don't want to admit I like him, not yet, not when I'm not sure if he even feels such feelings for me. Yes, he makes offhand impromptu comments sometimes that implies he is interested in me, but that's no confession and I don't want to fool myself or confuse myself. But, I'm not too proud to completely lie to myself, I might not like him but I have a crush and the object of my crush, is Roman Masters. My high school enemy is now my high school crush. At this admission, I give in and text him. Me: I can't sleep I send the text as I lie in my bed, I shortly wonder if he will reply. He does.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever have the courage to send this letter, but I had to write it down, if only for myself. I’ve been wanting to tell you this for so long, but I’ve never been able to find the right words. Every time I try, I get tongue-tied, and I feel like an idiot, so I just keep quiet. But today, when you smiled at me in the hallway, I knew I couldn’t keep it inside anymore. “I like you, Kayla. More than just a friend. More than just a classmate. I’ve liked you since the first day of ninth grade, when you walked into math class with that bright yellow backpack and a smile that lit up the whole room. I remember thinking that you were the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen, and I still

He had kept two, so he could reread the what he had wrote, and attempted to feel how Jeremy would feel, while reading the letter. Dear Jeremy, I've always had a crush on you, since you saw me crying over my spilled milk on my first day at kindergarten, and then offered me yours. I could never forget how you always stood up for me whenever you see me getting bullied. You're like my savior. Always tried to see if I was getting bullied. And this made my feelings even deeper for you. I've always admired you from afar. But now, I've chosen to make my feelings known, because I feel you deserve to know... I love you Jeremy. - O'Connell.

CRYSTAL'S POV The letter read thus: "Dear Alicia, my angel and darling. You looked particularly beautiful today at the luncheon. I couldn't take my eyes off you for even a second. Seeing you casually lounging on the sofa and giggling with your friends sends several sizzling thoughts running through my mind. You have no idea how much you haunt my thoughts. wanna take a wild guess? Well, there's only one way to find out, sweetheart. You know where to find me. And oh! lest I forget, did you see the bouquet in your room? I had to send the maid to deliver it to your room for me. No worries honey, it's nothing grandeur. I just wanted to celebrate you always for being by my side and for just bei

It was a stupid thing to say but I still said it. His hands tightened on the steering. "It's not like that." The rain didn't look like it was stopping anytime soon. "Yeah, sure." I didn't care either ways. I wanted to tell him how I felt, how I had feeling about him since all this time and since I was dying in five days anyways, now was as good as any other time to let him know. "I have a crush on you," I blurted. "Oh, I know," he told me, smoothly. I gasped as he paused to glance at me and I decided to blurt out everything on my mind and be done with it.

Dear Sam, I've always had a crush on you, since you saw me crying over my spilled milk on my first day at kindergarten, and then offered me yours. I could never forget how you always stood up for me whenever you see me getting bullied. You're like my savior. Always tried to see if I was getting bullied. And this made my feelings even deeper for you. I've always admired you from afar. But now, I've chosen to make my feelings known, because I feel you deserve to know... I love you Sam. - Boluwatife.

Last week, I wrote her a letter. My hands were shaking so bad the ink smudged in places, but I poured it all out, how her laugh makes my stomach flip, how I dream about brushing her hair back from her face, how just watching her stretch after practice makes my cheeks burn and my pussy throb in ways I’ve never felt with any boy. It was sappy, innocent, pure puppy-love stuff. I slipped it into her locker during lunch, my heart pounding like it was gonna burst out of my chest, and then I ran.

“ Dear Mr. senior high. Hello, this is Jesse. I know you know me already, hehehe. This is kinda embarrassing because I am writing a letter to you. A love letter instead. You know I still don’t have the guts to tell you about my feelings because I am afraid of the outcome. You maybe feel disgusted about my feelings for you but still there is something inside me that wants to unleash. Please if you have the time to read this letter read it. The thing I want to say is that I like you since the moment I saw how your face when you are reading your books. I like how you concentrate on the things around you, and every time you scrunching your nose. Maybe it seems weird to you that I like you but I

His shoulders twitched as he moved, muscles clenching by each movement. Come on Phoebe, you can do it. “uh..Conrad?” my eyes flustered shut impulsively. “I'm Phoebe…uhm fifi, I've had a crush on you for years, I wrote this for you…” My hands trembled as I held out my letter, my eyes still closed. My heart tightened as he took the letter, a small smile forming at the side of my lips. This was it. He would read my letter and understand how deeply in love I was.