Letters To A Crush Novels & Stories

He had kept two, so he could reread the what he had wrote, and attempted to feel how Jeremy would feel, while reading the letter. Dear Jeremy, I've always had a crush on you, since you saw me crying over my spilled milk on my first day at kindergarten, and then offered me yours. I could never forget how you always stood up for me whenever you see me getting bullied. You're like my savior. Always tried to see if I was getting bullied. And this made my feelings even deeper for you. I've always admired you from afar. But now, I've chosen to make my feelings known, because I feel you deserve to know... I love you Jeremy. - O'Connell.

Lucas had always been under the delusion that I had a crush on him in high school. "Don't tell me you've forgotten about that confession letter you wrote me?" He raised an eyebrow suggestively. I almost laughed out loud. That infamous letter - a cruel prank by some classmates pretending to be me. They thought it would be hilarious to see the omega class president get rejected by a popular gamma. "He's even more insufferable than before," Zoe scoffed. "Lucas, that letter wasn't from me. I thought we cleared that up years ago." His face darkened. "Still denying it? You chased after me for two whole years!"

My friends and colleagues ask me a lot why I'm not in a relationship, not like they don't know why, that's their little way of saying ‘’you fucked up, deal with it'. About a year ago and even before then, I wrote a letter to my crush, a coworker and the sorry excuse of a man, posted it on the office platform like it was some work timetable. I had a rough month, a very embarrassing month. Everyone made fun of me, including my ex-crush, Sam. Now that I think of it, his face wasn’t even worth the trouble. Well, my life hasn't been the same since then. I must admit, there's at least one person in the world I hate more than I hate Nick. Shout out to him, what an honour!

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.

I scoffed. “Yes. She has a huge crush on Derel, but won’t tell him because he’s a lot older than she is. She always bugs me to find a way to mail them to him, and she won’t stop sending the letters to me.” She said, but her words didn’t sound like they had an ounce of truth in them—Not at that moment when I was worked up, trying to find out who could be trying to destroy my family.

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.

Your smile alone sends my pulse skyrocketing. I hope you'll be my cheerleader at tryouts today. I yearn to gaze upon your lovely face as I run drills on the field. You are my inspiration, my muse! Please say you'll be there to spur me on to greatness! Yours forever, Trent P.S. I took the liberty of sending along a little gift to demonstrate my affection. I do hope you'll accept it and my boundless ardor! I lowered the letter with a snort. Oh please! Who did he think he was fooling with this cheesy, faux-romantic drivel? I turned my attention to the rest of the package to see what so-called "gift" he sent. I reached in and pulled out...

"What are you doing?" "Shh. Just listen to me." I nod my head for him to carry on, keeping my mouth shut and my gaze straight forward. "When I was 16 and we had stopped talking for a while or for good but at the time I didn't think it would be permanent, I wrote to you. I sent it to your secondary school, and I felt happy when I never got it back. I got it back. I got all of them back. I didn't even know where you lived or why you left. My best friend Camden used to call us the 'Hate duo' because of the shit we said to each other. I always laughed because it worked amazingly for us both at the time, and I loved it! I loved how you would insult me just to make yourself feel better, and there

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.

Shawn blew out a weighted breath, “I did.” I expected more from him. Anything more. Shawn was never one to be at a loss for words, but right now, the only thing he said was I did. It’s been five years since I sent that letter. Five years I wondered if he’d gotten it. And I told myself it wouldn’t matter if he did. But I hoped he didn’t, because I poured my heart into every word that went onto that page. Tears blurred the writing as I laid out a nine year long crush onto a single sheet of loose leaf paper.