Novel & Cerita Christmas Letters For Girlfriend

"This is us…real, dirty, forever." By New Year's Eve, the list was checked off, but we weren't done. Curled by the fire, his fingers tracing my wax scars, I whispered, "Write a new one? With you." He kissed me deep, tongue claiming. "Hell yes. Merry fucking Christmas, Kelly."

“You may not be the same boy I fell in love with all those years ago, but some things never change. So—what do you want, Jordan?” He exhaled slowly, the tension leaving his shoulders as if he’d been bracing for this moment all night. His hands fell to his sides, fingers curling slightly as he gathered his courage. “I know we talked about doing a movie night,” he began carefully, choosing his words with obvious effort. “And I was hoping… since tomorrow is Christmas Eve… maybe we could do it then?” He swallowed, nerves threading through his voice. “That way, I’d get to wake up with you both on Christmas morning.”

My heart, however, took flight that day. Just like that, we'd been together for six years. Still, even with a girlfriend, making money remained my topmost priority. I knew her family was far from well-off. Her having gotten this far in her education couldn't have been easy on them. So, I decided I had to earn more than what I'd been making up until then. I wanted to support her efforts to secure a better future. Alas, we came from two different worlds. Slowly, she stopped sending me those messages I found difficult to decipher. Instead, they became texts like, "You wouldn't understand anyway. What's the point of talking to you?"

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.

I couldn't last in her heat and I was approaching the point of no return. "OOOOOOHHH FUCK!!!" I roared, I felt the burning, electric wave of my own release rush through me, and I emptied myself completely inside her. I collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, resting my forehead against her neck. "Now that's the Christmas gift I needed," she panted. "Merry Christmas, Alpha daddy," she whispered, her voice rough. “Merry Christmas, baby!” I pulled the blanket from the couch and covered us both. Maybe I should have brought her up to my bed, but this place in front of the fire, with Christmas lights twinkling around us, was our place.

He was looking at me without blinking. "When I fell ill on Christmas Eve, you had a family dinner to attend, but you stayed by my side all night just to look after me. When I went to London for a one month internship, you wrote me so many letters. When I asked you why you were writing letters when you could simply text me or call me, then you said that letters are more romantic and these letters would hold the memories of this time." Tears were falling from my eyes continuously, I was waiting for him to say something, but he was silent.

He noticed the little note and he picked it up and read what was in it. “Hey Alex, I hope you like your gift. I’m sorry I am gifting you late and I couldn't get you something better, you already have so much I didn't even know what to give but I hope you like it. Thanks for being the best husband and for always being there when I need you. You are the best person anyone could ever be with. Merry Christmas Alex. Your lovely wife, Bakey!” He read. He didn't read it out loud so Scott didn't know what the letter contained.

' The reason spoke louder, and so, the hand finesse the letter with the phrases: " Being by your side is a lot of fun. I admire you a lot and I'm sure I'm not the only one. You always care about others and that is not a very rare quality. And I hope it stays with you all the time, good or bad, I hope you remember that. I wish you a great Christmas." The result was a sweet and strange arrangement of reasoning and repressed feelings. She sorted the letter, folded it, and packed it in her backpack. It was done, with no coming back.

"Dear Alexa, I know this is gonna sound cheesy and cliche, but it's the best I could do to express my feelings for you. Every moment I spend with you is a dream come true. Your sparkling eyes, bright smile, and infectious laugh captivate me. Your kindness, intelligence, and beauty inspire me to be a better person. Ours might have been a Rocky start, but I've found myself wanting to be the person you'll honor your love and heart to. And I hope I'll get to be what you exactly need. I'm looking forward to spending more days with you, the good and the bad, where we cherish every second that we know and appreciate each other. And I hope, we'll be inseparable, till the end of time together. " "So,

I smiled and was about to give them their letters when they took my basket to check each envelope. “They are all appreciation letters,” Ethan reported to his brother. He nodded before double-checking it again, forcing me to shake my head. “You two are acting like you don’t have a girlfriend.” I almost rolled my eyes. They stopped before looking at me as I handed out their letters, “Here, it’s for you two.” They both looked surprised upon seeing my letter, “You’re going to give us love letters?” Ethan looked truly surprised. “Why? Is that a problem?” I asked as I placed those envelopes on their hands, “I need to go now for I will read—“