I Wrote To You Everyday For A Year Novels & Stories

Dear Maisie. I would say don't shoot the messenger but technically I am the messenger. I hounded your sister for your new address just so I could write to you and hope that one day you will forgive me. I screwed up so bad and I haven't got any words to write down that would ever make this okay. That would make what I did okay because I know it isn't and I know it hurt you deeply. We started off writing letters 20 years ago and you became a very important person in my life.

So much has happened in the last fourteen years. I lifted my cell, looked for his number and opened a text to him. I am sorry I didn’t remember you, Kyson. I remember now. We hung out a lot every summer for three years X I set my phone aside and open my laptop, bringing up a blank document. It is time to get into writer’s mode.

And I will never look at— Ten minutes later, I'm sitting on my bed, staring at the message Isaac sent me. Isaac: Are you really back in town? My eyes narrow, and I know the little vein in my forehead is threatening to blow. It's ticking, and I will be damned, but I'm close to snarling at Isaac's message! How dare he?! WE HAVEN'T TALKED TO EACH OTHER FOR A YEAR, AND THAT IS HIS FREAKING RESPONSE TO THE MESSAGE I SENT A YEAR AGO?! My fingers are on fire as I respond to him. Me: Oh, so you ghost me for a year, and now, that's the first message you write to me, you asshole? How about "welcome back" or, "I have missed you," or "Sorry that I ghosted you?"

she asked, her voice and expression curious. “Well…” his voice dripped with pride, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “I didn’t know what else to give you, like you said, so I told three hundred and sixty-five people to help me write a letter about how beautiful and adorable you are. You will read one every day until our next anniversary.” Her mouth fell open in disbelief. “Are you for real?” “Of course, my Luna.” She couldn’t believe her ears. “How did you do it?”

Suddenly I remembered something. Yesterday after the thing with Adrian, he sent me a message. He stated that one of the deals he didn’t mention was that I had to do something with him and for him, at least every day. So I sighed deeply and set him a message. It was a waving emoji. At least that counts for something. It was then that I decided to reply all my messages. Even the ones that had been dated since 5 days ago. My life was been crazy lately, so checking my messages was something I didn’t see as important these days.

I got up from my seat and went to start getting ready for the date. After about 1 or so hours I was ready. I went on my phone and unblocked his number, to be honest that feels great. I went to text messages and immediately saw a bunch of texts from him, starting all the way from the moment we broke up, the texts ended after 5 whole years...so he'd really been texting me everyday for five years and my dumbass didn't even know? Now I feel bad, I think he deserves a date for texting me daily for five whole years. I decided to call him right away.

KAYLA Six years was a long time. Six years of FaceTime calls that cut out at the worst moments, voice notes sent at 2 a.m. because of time zone confusion, and text threads so long that scrolling to the beginning felt like archaeology. Six years of I miss you and when are you coming back and soon, I promise, soon… and now soon was finally, actually here.

A Letter to My Beloved Readers🥰 Dear cherished readers🥰, As I type these final words, I find myself overwhelmed with emotions I didn't expect to feel. It's been eight months. Two hundred and forty days of pouring my heart, soul, and every ounce of creative energy into Milo and Damon's story. And you were there with me, every single step of the way.😘🤩 I want you to know that every comment you left, every reaction you shared, every moment you took to engage with this story… it mattered. On the days when I doubted myself, I read your comments, and found the strength to move on.

I never thought Astrid would ever write back to me. On the day I left, things were bad between us. I never stopped writing her letters, hoping that it would ease her anger. However, it still took her three years to write back to me. Dear Nova, How have you been, my dear friend? I hope everything is well with you and still having fun as always. I’m always glad when I receive letters from you. Seeing the pictures that you sent and hearing good news from you, always bring a smile to my face. I enjoy reading your letters too much.

But just in case that something has happened to me, I’m writing this letter to say the words that I couldn’t say to you in person. For the past nine years, I’ve never tried to stop contacting you. Even when all the emails that I’d sent to you were returned to me, I’ve never stopped trying. You are my best friend. The closest thing that I had to a sister. Or is it just me who feels this way? Am I the one who has remained trapped in the past whilst you’ve already moved on? I have no idea. But it’s all over now.