Christmas Letter Girlfriend Novels & Stories

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

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

I stare at the word until the screen goes dark. Fake girlfriend. Professional girlfriend. Holiday girlfriend. Whatever this is, it already feels dangerously real. I fall asleep with snow tapping against my window and a smile I can’t wipe off my face. Next Christmas, I won’t be alone at that table. I’ll have Jackson. And for the first time in years, I’m actually looking forward to the holidays. Even if the whole thing is a beautifully orchestrated lie. Especially because it is. (Word count: 1,243)

I almost wanted to apologize. Suddenly, Colin spoke up. His husky, masculine voice filled my ears. "As my girlfriend, shouldn't you put the decorations up yourself?" Huh? Did that mean that he liked my presents and he wasn't mad? Colin chuckled. His broad hands patted my head, and he leaned in to kiss my hair. I felt his warm breath tickling my scalp, and sweet words began to pour out of his lips. "Babe, you're the best present I could ever ask for. Once I have you, I don't need presents anymore.

Was I just there? I shouldn't have written the letter if I'm going to feel this way afterwards. I remember writing that stupid, forbidden letter. “Dear Santa,” I had written, half-joking, half-serious. “Just one day. Just one day where he chooses me. A day where I feel his touch on my body.” And Santa delivered. He gave me five perfect days instead of a day that I requested for. Five days where Damien looked at me like I was the only woman in the world.

Seriously? To Colleen: Really? Couldn't wait, huh? Anyway, congratulations, I guess. Merry Christmas. Love you too. The next unread message came from Mitch. From: Mitch Merry Christmas, bitchy! I miss you and love you! Enjoy the holidays! Can't wait to see you soon! I smiled. To Mitch: Merry Christmas, bitchy! Enjoy the holidays too! P.S. Colleen isn't a Virgin Mary anymore. I shook my head while laughing.

“Hey, sis! Are you coming for Christmas? I’m getting married! So please come with your boyfriend for my wedding! Can’t wait to meet him.” I stared at the message, my jaw tightening. “Oh, I know exactly what you're doing, sis.” Her tone was dripping with smugness, and I could practically hear her voice saying it. She loved to rub things like this in my face, and there was no way I was giving her the satisfaction of thinking I was still single and sulking. Before I could think it through, I typed out a reply: “Yeah, I heard it from Mom. Congratulations. Sure, I will definitely bring my boyfriend for your Christmas wedding.”

(I love you. "je t'aime davantage." (I love you more." I giggled. ~~~~~ "Merry Christmas." Jake said as he pulled me closer to him and then bent down to place his lips on mine. We were both dressed in the Christmas sweatpants and shirt. I guess you can call it Christmas spirit. "Hmmn." I moaned into the kiss as I ran my hands through his hair, "merry Christmas." I grinned pulling away from him. "Grace and Alexander said they could.not make it. They both decided to spend Christmas with Grace's family." My mom told me over the phone.

She tip toes again and kisses me. I stretch my arms and pull her into an embrace, "Okay." Love you. *** A man in love, is a STUPID man in love. After three months of planning the best way to spend the holiday with my wife and family, she sent a text that she couldn't come home for Christmas. [ Hey. I'm swamped with assignments, don't think I can make it for Christmas. Can we postpone Christmas to Summer? Missing you and Mason and Mimi 😚😚😚 ]

I hid it in my bag and took another sticker note and wrote on it. Dear Sir, My Boss, My Master, My Husband and My Unpredictable Zachary, Thank you for opening yourself up to me last night. You don't know how you made me happy. I didn't know you first saw me at the bar. ;) I miss you this morning. -Iris P.s. Will you be my date on Christmas day? My way, love.