A Love Letter Novels & Stories

I ask, observing that she ain't gonna speak unless I make her to. "Yes, " She began with a small smile, "I am here to give this letter to you and to check if u need something, " Taking the letter from her hand, I noticed that it has no name on it, wondering who could send me a letter during the time of emails and WhatsApp, I open it. It was from the most unexpected person who is aka my cousin Christian youngest son of my Aunt Hannah. We met only on family occasions but his elder brothers Kevin and Arthur, and a sister name, Julia, visited when my dad was in the hospital to see how Sam and I are doing. It's great of them to think about us. According to this letter, Christian is coming to meet

Anybody would fall in love with this house, it’s not that much big, or luxurious but it has got that warm feeling. He went to the living room. The living room is cozy and simple. He went straight and stopped before a big photo frame, hanging on the wall. “Mom, Dad, it’s been a while” He said with tears in his eyes.

Once I stepped out of the cemetery, a car pulled over and Uncle Milo walked out of it holding a bunch of daisies. He smiled and waved when he saw me. I did the same walking towards him, I hugged him. "Daisies, you tend to never forget." I smile as he released me from his grip "How will I forget, Amelia always whined about how she loved daisies." He softly chuckled. "Yeah! Mom was really into those flowers, she loved them."

He vows to be her rock, her protector, and her constant companion. As he reaches the final lines of his letter, Bryan's heart swells with love and longing. He seals the letter with a kiss, pressing his lips against the parchment before rolling it carefully and tying it with a delicate ribbon. With the love letter completed, Bryan tucks it safely into a small, ornate box, ready to deliver his heartfelt message to Madissa at the opportune moment. His eyes sparkle with anticipation, knowing that their bond will only deepen with the exchange of these written words.

And definitely, it was not she expected at all, since she disliked the man since her high school days. "You must get used to it, Liv," anito. "I am one to give many compliments to my girl. And also, my love language is touch. So I think, you would have to find ways to adjust to that." Napatango siya. "Don't worry. I got it." "You do?" anito na nakalapit na sa kanya. Napatigil naman siya nang biglang hinawi nito ang buhok niya at inipit sa tenga niya.

She whispered, this time in a much lighter tone. “You sure? But you are married to Raph” I asked, playing along with her games. “I don't love him,” she confessed. “ I decided to marry Raph because he is kind and he was the only channel I had to be with you, my love. You are the prize worth fighting for,” her gaze still fixed on mine as she leaned closer. “I love you and will fight the whole world to keep you,” she confessed again, anticipating a response. “I love you too,” I replied

None at all. I crouched there, burning holes into the trees with my glare, my thoughts tangled in frustration. Then I heard rushing footsteps coming toward me. Can’t he be alone for a moment without someone disturbing him? “Ma’am, a letter for you,” said a young maid who stopped beside the bench. I stared at the black envelope in her hand. “Who’s it from?” I asked, taking it from her. Maybe Aviona had sent it, maybe she’d dropped it off at the mayor’s house.

Feeling bored, I started scrolling through my phone when a new text popped up. "You really believe Chris married you out of love? Stop fooling yourself. He only did it to keep his family off his back. Leave him now unless you want me to teach you a lesson." It wasn't hard to guess who sent it. Honestly, I couldn't care less about why Christopher married me. I typed back quickly. "Well, here's hoping you two cheating scumbags stick together forever." Then, I took a screenshot and sent it to Christopher. "So this is your 'unattainable love,' huh? She's just so gentle and sweet. Don't even start accusing me of being the mean one."

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

Especially the love. I've written you a letter for every year of your life. From your first birthday to your thirtieth. I wrote them in secret, in the dark hours when I couldn't sleep, when my love for you was the only thing that kept me going. Read them, when you're ready. They're my gift to you. My apology. My love letter, from beyond the grave. Forever yours, Mom Tears streamed down my face, falling onto the aged paper. Thirty letters. Thirty years of love, preserved, waiting.