A Letter To My Lover Novels & Stories

you reached eighteen years, at the annual moon celebration that you may find your mate, but the moon goddess has answered my prayers and you weren't given a mate, expressing my feelings to you was something I'm always proud of, and accepting me was the best thing that ever happened to me in my life, when I made love with you last night, I vowed myself that my body and soul belonged to you, and I will never break that promise, you thought Cora loved you all this while, no, she doesn't, she was the one that told her father to dethroned you, so that you will look miserable and low to me and I will leave you for her, but when I told her I had loved you for who you are, and not for what to had,

I opened the letter /dear Mercy I’m sorry I hurt you, if I didn’t become part of your life you wouldn’t go through what you went through, I realized that I didn’t love you enough when your husband jumped in to take a bullet for you when he believed you when I didn’t, he loves you with every fiber of his bones, I am leaving for good this time hopefully I will find me another you. Love Devin/

I don't know how to let people in. Maybe someday I'll figure it out. Maybe someday I'll write you a real letter, or call you, or show up on your doorstep. But not today. Today, this is all I can do. I love you. I've always loved you. I'll always love you. Your sister, Mary

She couldn’t deny the feeling of being taken to the world where only the two of them existed. After revisiting that picture-perfect memory, she caressed the words she had written under it and read them with a teary smile. ‘This was my very first kiss. A consoling minute that felt like home I could really call mine. I’ve found solace in you. You always calm my troubled heart the most fleeting way. I love you, Sir Jeremy.’

It was hard for her to speak about her feelings, so she took to writing letters. Liza took out the box of letters from the white box and placed it beside her on the bed. Then she unfolded the rose-colored paper and started reading it. ‘To Liza, I am not sure whether you will even open this letter but I hope you do. If you are reading this I want you to know that I Love You. I know I have said it many times and that you stopped believing it a long time back. My words, my love you’s and my sorry's might mean nothing to you by now, but when I say them I mean them. I have meant every single I Love You and every single sorry.

I pulled it out. It was a letter. It read: “I should have written this in my diary, but I am writing it to you, Alaric, because I wanted to tell you I love you so much, and I will always love you. You are my first love, my first man, and it will always be you forever. Our anniversary is coming, and I saw the gift (the ring), but I will pretend like I didn’t see it. This is my way of saying thank you and showing how much I love you. I am excited for the gift.

✴LETTER TO MY WIFE️✴️ So many night, I lay alone on the cold empty bed. So many noon, I sit alone in the kitchy garden. Then I knew that, with you, my life is beautiful and fun. I have missed you and I... I'm truly sorry, please come back home, My Luna. Yours Lovely, Ashman ✴️ ✴️ I froze at a spot as my eyes glanced through the letter in my hands. His handwriting was good, I'm impressed but that's not it.

I took it out and to my surprise, I found my name on it. Curiosity got the better of me. So I tore the envelope and pulled out the paper to take a look at it. “Hey Sweetheart..... You must be wondering who did all this. I am your secret lover, who is crazy about you.” “Huh! What's all of this? What's going on?” I was shocked to read the letter. Who writes letters in this era? It's not the 20th century but the 21st. Then what's all this nonsense? This must be some old freak.”

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

The canals of Venice were the perfect setting to showcase their romantic side. “What don’t you get?” Julie bit her lip and sighed deeply before continuing, “How you do all of this… I mean, I… I don’t know. You know we’ve only just met, and—” “Marry me, Julie.”