How To Write A Letter Friend Novels & Stories

I opened the envelope and in it sat a letter. I read the content and discovered that it was a request letter. Turns out someone wanted to be friends with me and was extending an invitation to be my pen pal. I never knew that a silly friendship letter would make me so happy. I kept reading it all night, again and again until I could practically recite it word for word. The letter said that if I wanted to continue the friendship, I could write a reply and put it on my desk. I wanted to experience what it felt like to have a pen pal so I said what they asked me to, wrote a reply, and left it on my desk.

Lovingly Yours, Friend

I guess never say never right? “Lily.” Mason’s voice cut through my hesitation. “Don’t overthink it. Just be honest.” “I am being honest,” I mumbled, typing a few words and deleting them right after. Mason chuckled lowly. “You’ve written and erased the same line three times. Want me to dictate?” I shot him a glare through the screen. “You’re not helping.” “Then just write this: Trevor, I think you’ve misunderstood our friendship. I care about you, but not in the way you think. I hope we can still be friends. Short and clean.”

The handwriting was loopy, written in English, and on light blue stationery with a floral design. Dear Lance, How are you? I hope that you are in fine condition when you read this letter. I am really shy to approach you, so I thought of writing you a letter to tell you how I feel. I first saw you last year when you were awarded the Most Popular Sophomore. You looked so handsome. Since then, I would always watch out for you. I thought you already had a girlfriend so I was really hurt. But then I learned that girl was just your best friend. I was so happy to know that. After all, she does not really deserve to have a handsome boyfriend like you.

It is, right? Let: No, never stupid. It’s not stupid, nothing you say is stupid. It’s fine. I get it, I do. I feel safe within our letters too because I can tell you anything without being judged. I have a lot of friends but they have this image of me and I have to keep up appearances. I asked for the number because sometimes I don’t want to wait too long for your reply. If this will help, I promise not to stop sending the letters. I don’t have a shoebox but I keep yours in a box in my closet. I reread our letters sometimes. Lol. Now I sound cheesy.

It was a letter, written in the familiar scrawl of my late friend, Mary, her words a balm to my weary soul as I read them aloud to Meera. "My dearest Iris," the letter began, its words filled with love and longing. "I hope this letter finds you well, wherever you may be. I wanted to reach out to you one last time, to let you know how much you meant to me, and how grateful I am to have had you in my life."

"Meet us in the cafeteria later. Let's eat lunch together." There is something in my mind wanting to be with them... wanting to be their friends. But I'm scared. What if they leave me with emotional bruises too? Just like what happened in the past... =END= //Bonus scene from Chandra's past// "How do I word this? Was about to write you this letter but it was just curses in cursive~" My eyes are close as my fingers play with the piano tiles. "You probably deserve it But that's so impersonal Should tell you in person~" I have a bestfriend who have a boyfriend that I liked even before him meeting my bestfriend.

I wanted to make sure you were okay, and that made me realize something. I think I like you. Not in a crazy way, but in a “maybe we could grab coffee and see what happens” way. *lI don’t know if you’ve ever thought about me like that, but if you have, maybe we could talk about it? If not, we can pretend this never happened and I’ll go back to being your enemy’s annoying best friend. Either way, I hope your leg is better. -Naomi I folded the letter back up, my chest doing something weird. It was sweet honestly. Exactly the kind of thing Naomi would write.

Both normal and extraordinary. And the impossibility of truly belonging to either. "I'm going to write back," I decide. "Tell them I love them. That I miss them. That school is challenging but good. That I'm making friends and learning things." "All true," Aria points out. "Just not the whole truth." "Never the whole truth." I spend the next hour drafting a letter. Choosing words carefully. Balancing honesty with safety. "Dear Mom, Dad, and Alex, I'm sorry I haven't written sooner. School has been intense. The curriculum is challenging, but I'm learning so much. I've made incredible friends who support me through everything.

“Here is your speech. I’ve written it up in the nice handwriting that you like since yours is absolute chicken shit. Nothing was added or changed as per your request. I’ll be off to the right side of you so if you feel like you need to take step back, I can step in immediately.” “You’re a life saver Kei. Thanks so much. I really don’t know what I would do without you as a friend.” “Yeah, I get it. but I wish you would take into consideration me feelings for you. I don’t want to always be your friend.” “That doesn’t sound right.”