Novel & Cerita A Letter To My Lover

The ache in my chest wasn’t just nostalgia—it was longing, wrapped up in regret and guilt. The fourth letter I hesitated over. This one had creases where it had clearly been folded and unfolded countless times. I ran my fingers along the edges, then carefully began to read: “I hope you know, Isabella, that even when we argue, even when I’m stubborn or quiet, my love for you is constant. You are the axis around which my world spins. I cannot imagine a day without you. Even the small things—your frown when you’re frustrated, the way you hum absentmindedly, the curl of your hair in sunlight—they matter more than I can say.”

I said, a hint of pride in my voice as I glanced at the letters stacked neatly in the box. "Well, since you've mastered them all, why don't you read one to me?" he suggested, leaning in closer, his curiosity evident in his expression. "Which one should I read?" "Your favorite," he replied, a smile playing on his lips. I nodded and said softly, "Okay." I took a moment to gather my thoughts before continuing, "You wrote this letter on my birthday and it goes like this: Happy birthday, my forever. You're really special to me and I love you so much. You're my best friend, my favorite person, and my forever buddy.

I sign it off with: Love, Your Favourite Person, Yasmeen. "This should do it," I smile as I fold the note in half. Now that I think about it, the note screams I love him but without actually saying that I love him. Did I just say that I love him? Oh my God, I think I'm actually in love with him. I check myself in the mirror one last time before heading out the door just in case Marcus ends up being home. "I can scold him while looking pretty," I say as I giggle to myself. I take the elevator down a floor, my breathing picking up during the trip down. I'm making myself nervous for no reason. I'm just dropping off food, not professing my undying love for him. Technically, I am professing my un

Take care, D'Andre, and know that my love for you, as complicated and bittersweet as it is, will forever be a part of who I am. I leave you this letter as a testament to my feelings I had felt for you before, as an apology for the pain I've caused, and as a plea for your understanding. Goodbye, Mr. Cruel Who Lied To Me That Summer. Love, Maiari D'Andre clutched the letter, his hands trembling, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within him. As he flipped the paper, his heart raced with anticipation, hoping for more words, a sign that Maiari might still want him to find her. But all he found was a faded baby picture of Maiari, a tiny version of the woman he had fallen in love with.

“A letter, you wrote me a letter,” I nodded. “I wrote the letter four years ago. I didn’t have any hope for love, I thought my heart was made of stone, and I didn’t believe I could fall in love with someone. So, I wrote the letter. It’s for the girl who’ll end up stealing my heart and becoming my first love. I’m glad that person is you, Derek. I’m happy you’re my first love, my last love, and the only one for me. I love you always, Lily Miller,”

Thank you so much. I am half worried that this letter will freak you out. So to prevent that, I am going to take a leap of faith and say "I love you" to you directly. If your response is off, I will never give this letter to you. If you are reading this now- well, that means your response is good, and I'm satisfied enough to be brave and give you this. Are you crying? No? I think you are lying... I know you enough to know that this letter will make you cry. I hope the tears that you shed are happy tears. I wish I was there with you. I miss you.

[ Felicity ] My love Alexander, I won't be with you when you'll be reading this letter.I know you feel pain of loosing me but trust me it's million times harder for me to stay away from you.You aren't just my love, my life partner or the mate you call it,you are my soul,a piece of me,my heart and my everything.I can't imagine to live a single moment without you but you know, it's not necessary that whatever we think, the same happnes with us.

Eros opened the letter and read through it. Dear Eros, By the time you get this letter, I will be gone, please do not look for me, because I left on my own accord. However, I want to apologize for leaving this way and on this day. I know how important today was to you, but I cannot hurt myself to please you. I love the man you have become, loving, kind, and sweet and I want you to continue being that man even if I am not there. I never loved you, but I took it upon myself to make you feel what love tastes like.

Actually, that sounds like a lot better plan. I’ve got him, and he’s got me, and the love we’ve got is the kind no one can take away. Oh, and I still write him letters. They’re still straight up filthy. The End.

Now, I care for you even stronger than ever before. With your divorce, I’ll know your heart is in turmoil, but I hope that once it heals, you will come to think of me as more than a friend. I await the day you might consider being mine. Because I am always— Yours, Matteo I reread the letter three, then four times, my heart warmed by his obvious love for me. If only I could return that love back to him.