A Letter To My Lover Novels & Stories

So I rewrote it, removing the part that said I loved her. The letter in my hands, on my way to meet Lucas, now read: “It’s tomorrow. Everything will be over tomorrow. You will be in my arms and we will finally be together, forever. Hang in there.” Much better. Lucas stood just outside my father’s chambers, legs spread wide, eyes alert. Beside him was another guard, not as tall, but equally vigilant. It would be Lucas’s time off soon, so I waited. I waited until we weren’t the only ones there anymore.

"Bob, don’t give up going abroad for me. I'm not what you think. I'm vulgar and greedy. When looking for a boyfriend, the first thing I consider is whether he is rich and influential. Nothing else matters." Bob felt suffocated, whether from the alcohol or the stifling June heat. He said: "Zoey, don’t belittle yourself, you..." Zoey interrupted him: "You don't understand me." Just as she finished speaking, her phone screen lit up again. She glanced down at it. Bob also instinctively looked at her phone. The caller ID 'Bb' was clear on the large screen. Seeing that name, he looked away, assuming it was a roommate or close friend.

I feel your touch when I'm alone at night But it's just me who's holding tight And this life don't feel like you There's nothing left but these I love you's And I just wanna scream out 'til my voice breaks Even if the tears fall and my heart hates me I just wanna know how I can save me Even if these three words choke and take me Baby, I love you I love you Baby, I love you I love you Baby, I love you My dearest Zachary, I write this letter just to make sure that you are fine. I wanted you to know that I've been faithful and loyal to you. Even though I wanted to go with my classmates to bars and clubs and even parties, I thought about you. I don't want to go and party anywhere without you.

And with a quivering hand, I began to write to the man who had destroyed me. My letter began, "Dear Ermanno, You were my first love, long before you knew it, and I loved you with all my heart. But I don't think I can love you anymore. I cannot bear to see you love another woman while I am still alive..." And so, with a trembling hand, I poured my heart onto the page, laying bare my soul. When the letter was complete, I wrapped it up and sent it off, destined for Ermanno's mailbox. And with that, I sealed my fate.

He needs these few moments. I am writing this letter as a token of my love to him, as a keepsake for him to treasure, and as a reminder of my commitment to us and to our life together. "To my dear love, I want you to know that I love you, ALL OF YOU, and I always will. I am committed to our marriage until death does us part. At times, in moments of deep frustration, I may have questioned otherwise, but that was my immature way of seeking love from you when I should have been looking for you to fill the void in my temporarily wandering heart.

He was wearing sweatpants but had a bare chest. He narrowed his eyes “What do you want?” He asked. A smile tugged my lips. I stretched forth the letter. He glared at the letter and then at me. “What is this?” He asked with anger. “A Letter from your lover's mate,” I replied. He glanced at me and then at the letter. His jaw clenched. He took the letter and banged the door against me. Lorenzo tapped my shoulders. “Step one is done”.

On the letter was a note saying: "Dear Ash, I told you no one could ever love you more than I did. No man could touch you except me. No one could marry you except me... I was the only one who can smell you, who can make you happy and I am the only one who can love you more than anything in this world, only I, Ash. ONLY ME! Whoever falls in love with you, nor touches you... Remember they will all die, trust me when I say they would. I love you." 💋 Just reading his letter made me shudder. The letter has a kiss marked at the end of his letter as his signature. We tried to trace that mark but he was smart, it was unidentified, I wonder how did he do that? That was not the first threatening love

Carefully taking it out, it was a letter and she began to read it slowly. “ my dear Ava, I can’t really say when or how it started but this wrong groom of yours has fallen in love with you. Maybe it was when you first smiled at him or went on a workout with him or when you would insult him but he has fallen madly in love with you. At first I wanted to deny it and let my friend have you but after being away from you for so long, I suddenly realized that I can not live without you ava. I understand this might be sudden for you and you might not actually like me but I will work towards making you like me, I promise”

(Sorry for the cliché opening, but there's really no good way to start a letter like this) First, I want you to know how much I love you. Present tense, because even though I'm not there anymore, my love for you doesn't end just because I did. That's not how it works. Love doesn't disappear, it transforms. Maybe into memory, maybe into starlight, maybe just into the person left behind who carries it forward.

The person who wanted that story didn’t exist in this apartment; she had been replaced by someone who could not live with another wound carved into the same man’s heart. I told him I loved him, at last, in a sentence that refused to sound pretty. I love you. Not the way a girl loves a fantasy. Not the way a journalist loves a subject. I love you in the way a body recognizes the hand that steadies it; in the way a breath recognizes the chest that’s learned to hold it. I love you like a promise I haven’t earned yet. And then—because loving him inside a letter without offering myself to the consequences was another kind of cowardice—I wrote the decision that had been pacing inside me since the