I Like You Letter For Her Novels & Stories

Song for final chapter: Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding *** ~~~~ Hey Cianna. If you're seeing this, it means I finally had the courage to send the letter I rewrote about a hundred times because you wont answer my calls or texts. So here we are, going back to good ol' letters. Well if you hadn't already crushed this paper and you are still reading, then um, thank you. I just wanted to make a few things clear. I didn’t like how things ended between us Cianna, so you had to know the truth.

"I love you" "I love you"

I replied, kissing his cheek softly. "You should have asked me," Leah said, "I would have told you to get some flowers and write a letter." Ethan leaned forward, his eyebrows rising. "Why is that?" I didn't get the chance to answer. "Ever since she watched P.S: I Love You, she's always wanted a letter as a romantic gesture." "It really doesn't matter," I said, waving it off. "Well, there's plenty of other opportunities," Ethan mentioned, "you can trust me on that."

So, I decided to start a conversation with her so the drive back home doesn’t seem boring. “Uhm… Gracie, what are you doing?” I asked her in a soft tone. Then she raised her head and looked at me. “I’m writing love letters.” “Love letters?” I repeated in shock. “Yes. It’s for my friends who want to gift their crushes on valentine’s day.” She replied me respectfully and calmly. I was struck with surprise because I never expected that she could be into something like that. I also didn’t realize that kids her age already knew things like this and were very well intentional about it.

Which is wrong, but could you blame me? I don’t know you that much yet, but that doesn’t stop me from harboring feelings for you. Yes, this is a love letter, in case you’re still confused. This is me, confessing my feelings for you. I like you a lot, Jupiter! I’m happy to know that you’re graduating next week as the top student of your batch. Although, at the same time, I’m quite sad that I won’t be seeing you in the campus anymore. That is why I’m taking this opportunity to reveal everything to you so it would be less humiliating for me because you’d be gone anytime soon.

Then she walks over to her desk and flicks on the light. She takes a sheet of paper out the drawer and lies it on the desk. “What’s that for?” I ask. “You’re going to write your mate a letter.” "A letter?" "A break-up letter. Tell him you don't like the ultimatum he gave you." My heart flies into my throat. “What?" I cry. "I can’t do that!” “You can,” she insists, “and you will.” She pulls the chair out for me. I sit heavily and blink at the empty page.

She handed him a carefully folded letter, her words etched onto the parchment with a mix of love, longing, and a glimmer of hope. "Jake," she began, her voice trembling with emotion. "Please, take this letter to Jaden. It carries my heart's deepest yearnings, my promises, and my unwavering love for him. Tell him that I have not forsaken him, that every beat of my heart echoes his name."

I would just go ahead to tell you who I am but where's the fun in that? But I'm promising you something. Soon you will know who I am. And you will be mine. And I'll never let you go. I love you(yes I know it's a strong word but I'm absolutely sure of it) Yours sincerly, love anonymous. p.s : your sport wear shots is too short I would love if you wore the tracksuit... I blinked once. Then twice, then again and again and again in shock. Someone wrote me a love letter?

I really miss him. The letters helped me a lot to channel my emotions right. Our relationship is slowly but steadily developing. I think I am starting to fall in love with him because the letter I wrote today was not signed as 'your wife Manvi', but as 'yours only Mumu'. I still feel shy about it. I wrote that because he also changed his sign as 'yours only'. I am waiting for the day when we meet again. I blush as I think about it. Somewhere in Dakshina…..

They looked up as I burst through the door, their expressions shifting from concern to alarm. "The letter," I gasped, holding up the crumpled paper. "There's a hidden message. Look at the first letters of each line. She wrote I LOVE YOU. She's telling me she's still mine!" Jace and my mother exchanged a glance. "Damon," Jace said carefully, "you've been drinking. A lot, from the smell of it. Maybe you should sit down and..." "I'm not imagining this! Look!" I shoved the letter into his hands. "Read it! The first letter of each line!"