Letter For My Crush Novels & Stories

I was never the kind to post personal information on social media. Regarding the sender, no information was provided. I sat down and tried to gather myself, but curiosity won out. I tried to calm myself by smiling. The envelope slipped off while I was trying to hold onto the gift. Ciara extended her hand to grab it. Everyone stared at it with curiosity, so I asked her to read it aloud. "you're my favorite daydream, from an admirer.💗" I couldn't help but blush as Ciara glanced over the letter and grinned at me.

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.

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…..

"I think I've found my niche. I should be on theatre, acting out a role in Romeo and Juliet." "How silly." I'm pretty sure my face is way redder than tomatoes right now. She brings her face towards me again. "Is he someone I know?" "I doubt it," I lie. "Oh. How disappointing." She lifts her children's book again. "Good luck with your crush, Yvette." "Yeah, perhaps. Thanks," I mutter the last word. I whip out my phone from the pocket of my cutoff denim shorts, an idea popping into my mind. Since I have his number on my phone, I should drop him a text.

"Don't ask me where he is; don't ask me how to reach him. Just read it." "Thanks," I said. "You're welcome and I'll see you around." He kissed my cheek before leaving. I settled down in one of the plastic chairs outside in the passageway and opened the letter carefully even though I had this urge to tear it and throw it away. It was like kindergarten where it made you happy even receiving the smallest of gestures from your crush. Much like the letters written on the envelope, this was in the same loopy handwriting. The most beautiful penmanship I'd seen.

This has nothing to do with the moon. Maya… No. You don’t get to dismiss what I feel. I’m not some stupid kid with a crush. I know exactly what I want. And what’s that? You. All of you. Forever.* I hit send before I can second-guess it. Let him think I’m crazy. Let him think it’s too much, too fast. It’s the truth. The three dots appear, disappear, appear again. *Fuck. Is that all you have to say?

‘Hey Jacob here save this number’ By the time I finally send the message, my heart is thumping like a drum. She doesn’t answer me. Of course, she doesn’t answer me. She isn’t desperate like me. Although I sent the text barely two minutes ago. I have a stupid crush on her, after all. First crush of my life, for christ’s sake.

“Your letter. In the time capsule.” Her stomach dropped. She looked up at him, eyes wide. “I—that was just… a silly thing. I wasn't thinking straight..... It didn’t mean anything—” Don’t lie,” he cut her off gently. " You meant it, Maya." Maya's face turned red. “Stop. I—It was just a crush. No, I mean Just—” “I feel the same way,” Ethan said quietly. “I always have Maya.” Maya was not sure if she was hearing right.

he said and I gave a dark chuckle, “ You underestimate me Rodrigo, are you forgetting that I'm a woman who can have any man I want wrapped around my finger," “ Not me," “Oh, shut up," I said as I looked at him with a glare and he raised his hands in surrender, “ You were saying?" he asked, “ Did you forget he had a stupid crush on me in highschool and that silly letter he wrote when he wanted me to be his date to prom, I'm going to use whatever I can to make his life hell,” I said as Rodrigo looked at me with raised brows like I have suddenly grown two heads. " I still don't get you,” he said and I couldn't help but facepalm as I shook my head. What was so hard to understand in all I just sa

I greet as I come closer to the guy I've been eyeing earlier. "Hi, Merry Christmas" he greeted. "Merry Christmas." "Did you pick from the holibox?" he asked. "What does it say?" "Ah, y–yeah. It says I need to find someone whom I can give my heart to this holiday—" I start. "And you want me to be the one to take your heart?" "I-if it's okay with you, but if not, I'll understand." This dare is no joke, and honestly, it'll be a dream come true if my crush permits this.