Letter For My Crush Novels & Stories

‘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.

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.

He utters before he stands up and strides out of the ward, leaving me alone here. I sigh briefly as I empty the bag on my body, and a piece of paper fell from it. "What is this?" I mumble as I pick up the paper and unfold it. It's a letter from Alex. 'Hey, friend. Where do I start? I don't really know. Although we have known each other not long enough, but you have been the best friend anybody would want to keep forever. I know I'm annoying sometimes, but I want you to know that I do really love you so much, and want us to be by each other's side forever. If I do anything to hurt you in the future, get mad at me all you want, but never cast me away, or hate me for any reason because I won't

“It's such a pity she doesn't like me back.” “She?” He looked up sharply, dropping his hand back. “Oh. I guess… Just give her some time.” He reached for the file next to his work laptop and opened it. “You don't expect your crush to like you back. It's a miracle when they do, but most times, that miracle doesn't happen. So don't get your hopes up.” Hearing him speak, I got this insane idea. I sat on the chair opposite him and leaned on the table, putting the innocent look I'd practised countless times in place.

Previously, Cassie didn't have any good impression towards this Lennon, but now, she had a new opinion of him. "That... Thank you!" Cassie puffed her cheeks and said. Lennon turned around and stared at her with a pair of deep and clear eyes, he asked her seriously, "Are you really in love with the boy?" "No, no... This love letter was written by me on behalf of my good friend! I'm not in love." With that, Cassie pleaded, "I beg of you, please don't tell my teacher. I will accept it this time, but I really don't have a crush on you."

I pull out a cream postcard size piece of paper. Wear me tonight. Mr M."it's the nickname name I gave to my secret crush since I don't know his actual name . "That's it. That's all there is!"panic and excitement flowed through my vein , ok I get that it's real weird getting gifts from someone who could possibly be a murderer or a rapist or maybe a serial killer but am willing to tempt fate and give in to my inner desires. Does this mean he's going to show himself tonight? Warmth and excitement hits my chest at the possibility, then nervousness and uncertainty set in. Am I really ready to meet him?

If I could predict the future I wouldn't have written that letter. At age fifteen I wrote Steve a letter telling him how long I have had a crush on him and how I would like for us to be more closer. As at that time Steve was twenty one and I know he wouldn't want to get involved with me because I'm underage but I wrote in the letter that I would keep our relationship secret from my brother and anyone. I put the letter in his coat the night he came to our house for dinner.

I lost mine, I don't want you to do that too. I wiped my tears away and returned to where Calix stood and began, "I wanna say something to you." "What?", he asked. I opened the letter which I was holding onto to read it. "S-Senior, you give me feelings that I can't put into words. You're one of the people who spent your favourite day into favourite days. Will you allow me to be your boyfriend?" "You wanna... be my... boyfriend?", he raised a question. On the other side,

I turn my body around, "you finally had an idea." Cheryl looks brightly at me like the first she saw me happy. "Yeah, I had one, but I do not know if he will like it." I massage the back of my neck. 'I do not know if things will work out.' *WHAT SHOULD I WRITE IN MY LETTER? WHAT KIND OF LETTER? A LETTER OF APPRECIATION?* "So, you want to watch some movies, Joenabell?" Cheryl sways her body and clasps her hand behind her back. She's acting cutely, and it's weird, yet I'm getting used to it.