Christmas Letters For Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Starting with Logan. Logan: Hey baby. Merry Christmas! I hope you are having a great Christmas. You're boyfriends better be treating you right, or I'll kick their asses. (winky face emoji) Seriously though baby. I hope this Christmas is the best one you have ever had! Text me when you can. I can't help but smile while I am reading his message. He's so damn sweet. I'm so lucky to have him as a friend. Me: Merry Christmas Logan! (heart emoji) This Christmas has been incredible. I hope your having an amazing Christmas this year too. Don't worry they are treating me great! I miss you!

I said trying to find the right words and then chastity had her arm wrapped around his the smile on her face running from one ear to the other. "Honestly it's a surprise to me too, I've been sending him love letters for over 7 months now and he has never responded to one of them then while ago he just called me and asked to meet we went on a date and he asked me to be his girlfriend he said he appreciated her determined and straightforward I was and he thought we could be something wonderful isn't that great?" I genuinely felt sorry for Chastity she had this bubbly naive personality covering her like an unintentional shield.

The letter read: Phire, I know this might be a bit awkward, writing it down instead of saying it out loud, but I wanted to make sure I said this right. You’re the first person I’ve ever written a letter to like this, and maybe that’s why it feels so strange—but I can’t hold it in any longer. I love you. So... will you be my girlfriend, Sapphire Walters? My eyes slowly fluttered at the letter, unable to believe what I had just read. Was Cameron proposing to me? That I should be his girlfriend? He wants us to be a thing like boyfriend and girlfriend stuff?

Your smile alone sends my pulse skyrocketing. I hope you'll be my cheerleader at tryouts today. I yearn to gaze upon your lovely face as I run drills on the field. You are my inspiration, my muse! Please say you'll be there to spur me on to greatness! Yours forever, Trent P.S. I took the liberty of sending along a little gift to demonstrate my affection. I do hope you'll accept it and my boundless ardor! I lowered the letter with a snort. Oh please! Who did he think he was fooling with this cheesy, faux-romantic drivel? I turned my attention to the rest of the package to see what so-called "gift" he sent. I reached in and pulled out...

What could he possibly want to say to me? I made my way to the couch, carefully tearing open the envelope. Inside was a handwritten letter, and as I unfolded it, I was struck by the sincerity and effort put into each word. Christopher's feelings were laid bare on the paper, and I couldn't help but feel touched by his vulnerability. "Dear Kate," the letter began, and I could almost hear his voice in my mind as I read the words. He expressed his admiration for my strength and beauty, which made my cheeks flush with a hint of embarrassment. No one had ever spoken to me with such genuine admiration before.

“Why would you give it to me?” He bit his lip. “I never said they couldn’t write to you.” Taking it as it was, I pulled the letter out and took a deep sigh before reading. ‘Hey, baby…’ I told her to stop calling me that. Ugh! ‘If your mate gives you this letter and it reaches you, I first want to say thank the goddess and I want you to know that I miss you so much and love you so much. We all love you and it’d be unfair if you think otherwise about us.

Today, I am freeing you from all the burdens of this marriage thing. I am leaving for further studies. I have some dreams, and I want to live them. I hope you understand. I want to make my mama, grandpa, and grandmother proud. Here is my email address. Please send me the divorce papers here. I shall sign them gladly and send them back to you. I wish you all the happiness in the world. PS: By the way, I have bought a Christmas gift for you. I hope you like it. Take care. Regards,

"Sorry, but these just came and I knew Arya would want them right away!" I opened them and recognized Giovanni's handwriting immediately. "More love letters?" Mom asked, a smile playing at her lips. "You two do know texting exists, right? It's much faster." "Mama!" Christabel gasped. "That's so unromantic! Letters are special. You can keep them forever and reread them and…" She clutched the remaining envelope to her chest dramatically. "It's like something from a period drama!" "Your sister has been watching too much television," Mom said to me, but her eyes were warm with affection.

“Merry Christmas, Layla. Forever and always.” I giggled like a little girl. “Merry Christmas world!” I exclaimed, spreading my arms as the wind blew my face gently. We retired to our bedroom, cuddling each other under the duvet. Alex's warmth enveloped me as I took in his cologne. “Thank you Alex for being a part of my life.” I whispered. Alex smiled, his eyes shining. “Forever with you is the best gift.” I kissed his chest. “You're my home, Alex.”

Even when it hurts. I love you. I have always loved you. Even when I said I did not. Even when I slammed the door in your face. Even when I pretended you did not exist. I love you. Merry Christmas. Matthew I read the letter three times. Then I put it in the box. On the shelf. Between the law books and the biographies. Next to the memoir. --- Laura found me in the study at midnight. She was wearing my sweater. Her feet were bare. Her hair was down.