Novel & Cerita Beautiful Love Letters For Her

“How much?” Heck, my love for her was not bound by space or time… I loved her for eternity. No beginning. No ending. “I love you to the moon and back.” I flashed her a smile, knowing how much she loved my cheesy lines. As expected her heart skipped a beat and she began to avert my gaze, feeling shy. I smirked, pulling her into my embrace. Thank goddess for keeping my mate safe. “Why do you think that man asked for the letter? The only letter I have is from my mother. Could they want it for something?” I heard her mumble in my chest.

Then she read it. “You are a love that cannot be seen by the eyes. But its sincerity can be felt in the heart. You are the breath that I always exhale every second. You are the true meaning of all the beauty in this world. Claire, I love you with all my body and soul. Thank you for being a part of my life.”

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.

It was a letter—folded twice, creased like it had been handled more than once. My first thought was that he had received it from his dad. But then I saw the handwriting—neat, slanted, feminine. I unfolded it. Quincy, I can’t stop thinking about you. About your body, your touch, your kisses, your d*—* I didn’t need to read the rest. But I did anyway. My love, I can’t stop thinking about you. About your body, your touch, your kisses, your— Every line was worse than the last, like she was trying to burn herself into him through ink. She missed him. She ached for him. She remembered every inch, every taste.

Her eyes, those beautiful, expressive eyes, were half-closed, filled with a mix of desire and tenderness. I brushed a strand of hair away from her face and cupped her cheek, my thumb gently stroking her soft skin. "Fox," I whispered, my voice husky with emotion, "I love you more than words can say. You're the light in my darkest days, the reason my heart beats." She gazed up at me, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. I could see the depth of her feelings mirrored in those stunning orbs, and it made my heart swell with even more love.

Love, Dina Marie ___________________________ September 11, 2015 Dear Maisie, (This thing is called a letter, please pick up a pen and paper to reply to me. You told me you love being my best friend because I'm so old-fashioned, so prove it.) I am not doing anything sketchy. So, please do not follow me around. I promised you that I had changed, didn't I? Please, just focus on taking care of your sick boyfriend. I will be fine.

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.

And I pray every day that he grows up knowing love like ours—deep, imperfect, real. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, and I just... watch you breathe. I memorize the curve of your lips, the way your lashes brush your cheeks, the faint crease in your forehead that even sleep can’t smooth away. And I think, This is real. She’s here. She’s mine. Thank you for loving me the way you do. Thank you for believing in us. Thank you for being my always. Forever yours, Justin He carefully tore the letter from his notebook and folded it into thirds, slipping it into a fresh envelope. Then he walked to the kitchen and placed it beside her favorite mug—the one with the chipped rim she refused

but I will treasure her for my whole life. but the thing hurt me the most is ..she never behaved well with me..but actually it is not totally her fault..somehow I was responsible for it...but I will erase every bad moments happened between us..and I will give her new beautiful life ..the same way she gave me new life by saving me that day..I will fill her life with love ...and yeah I will also make her love me..I wanna live beautiful love life with her..and yes that's all I want..

Only her could make him smile even in difficult situations. He saw a pink and black colorful memo, on it written letters to the love of my life... His heart plummeted as he saw it... He didn't want to read anything that will hurt his feelings... he assumed the letters weren't for him, but the curiosity in him won't let him not open them. With trembling fingers, he opened it... Written on the first page was Hope our love lives and never dies... written in her beautiful calligraphy. Irfan arched his eyebrows, anticipating what will be written on the next page, so he flipped to the next page,