Letter For My Crush Novels & Stories

I snapped my fingers across her face and she blinked, "Don't tell me you have a crush on him", she blushed but didn't deny it, "Oh, my! Desiree, that guy is way out of your league" "The same way Aires was way out of your league but you still wrote him a letter " she replied with a roll of her eyes "I did not write the letter to give it to him remember? It was just to express myself in writing but incidentally, he read it, and what happened to me?" "The fact that you got rejected does not mean that I will be rejected "

Intrigued, I moved closer to catch more details about my friend's heartfelt confession. "Hi Ryle! Remember me? We were classmates back in high school." Ryle smiled awkwardly as Crisha continued. She extended the letter with a hopeful expression. "The truth is, I've liked you for quite some time now. If you're interested, I've poured my thoughts into this letter. Feel free to read the details at your own pace." Finally, the confession appeared to be a success, and I couldn't help but smile widely. Crisha made it seem like the confession was a simple feat, but I could sense the courage she had gathered over the years. She was undoubtedly hopeful for a positive response.

CRYSTAL'S POV The letter read thus: "Dear Alicia, my angel and darling. You looked particularly beautiful today at the luncheon. I couldn't take my eyes off you for even a second. Seeing you casually lounging on the sofa and giggling with your friends sends several sizzling thoughts running through my mind. You have no idea how much you haunt my thoughts. wanna take a wild guess? Well, there's only one way to find out, sweetheart. You know where to find me. And oh! lest I forget, did you see the bouquet in your room? I had to send the maid to deliver it to your room for me. No worries honey, it's nothing grandeur. I just wanted to celebrate you always for being by my side and for just bei

But now. I picked up the letter, unfolding it with curious fingers. The handwriting was familiar, stirring college memories—lazy afternoons, stolen moments. *Dearest Lila,* *It's me, Ethan. I've been crushing on you since our college days, when we shared those magical months. You were my light, my inspiration. I know life's thrown storms your way, but please, don't suffer my feelings. Meet me? The old oak by the river, tomorrow at dusk. Let's rewrite our story.

The letter said: Dear Liam, Happy birthday to you!!!! You have always been there for me ever since we were young and even if Melissa and the others bully me. You are the best friend I ever had, and I am grateful for that. I am so thankful that I could be friends with you since we were young. The reason I am writing this letter to you is because I wanted to tell you that I love you more than a friend. I hope that you feel the same as what I feel for you. I wanted to tell you this, hoping that we can be together. I love the way you smile at me, especially the dimples. Finally, Happy Birthday to my Liam. Love,

I teased. She came closer, holding her hand to my mouth. "Shh, someone might hear you," she exclaimed, her eyes widening in alarm. "Is it not a bad thing to have a crush on someone?" I teased, playfully nudging her. "Lyra, it's not a crush. I love Zach so much that I can't explain it," she confessed, her voice filled with sincerity. "He makes me feel so many things I can't just explain. When I see him, he seems to light up my world even without trying," she said dreamily, lost in her thoughts of him.

He flashed a paper written in capital letters and bold writings, it read “ Hey Perez.’’ IA stood there still shocked and shook my head again. Was this true, did he just do that. He disappeared into his room again and came out with one written have a beautiful night, they were three foolscaps each having one word. Did the bully magically transform overnight? He wanted me, he could see me, he thought I was more than a door mat. I smiled and waved back as he did the same before rushing to the house to write something to him. I fumbled through the drawers, looking for a pen and paper , a bold marker pen or highlighter to write what had always been in my heart all along. “ I LOVE YOU,’’ I scribbl

It was addressed to him but he didn’t recognize the handwriting. “A certain someone that you have a crush on left it for you. She left the country two days ago.” Raine grinned. “Kareena.” He gasped and quickly tore it open and fished out the letter. Dear Gabriel, Almost three months ago, I didn’t know you existed and now you’re the most important person in my life and my first best friend. You made me very happy that day and I’ll never forget you no matter where I am and like you said; good bye kills the hope of ever meeting again and I hope that we do meet again so I won’t say goodbye but see you around Gabriel Cruz.

I had kept my head down, my uniform neat but cheap, my shoes patched. And then there was Drake. Future Alpha, Beautiful. Cruel. I had loved him from the very beginning. Since I was Ten. My only friend, Josh, had encouraged me one day at the library. “Just tell him. Write a letter. He can not ignore words on paper. Who knows, he might have a crush on you too.” So I did. But it wasn’t just a love letter. It was a plea and I had spent nights after nights crafting it—my messy heart poured onto stolen parchment with ink.

I growled in frustration because I could still hear his loud music so I just covered my ears with my pillow. Then suddenly, I felt something hit my feet. I slowly got up and saw that it was the crumpled paper that I threw on him. He threw it back at me! I picked the paper from my bed and opened it only to find words written on it. "Wifi password for a kiss?" What the fuck?! I felt my cheeks burning really hot and I just stared at the paper like I was a fool. I kept reading it again and again making sure that I wasn't dreaming.