Letters To A Crush Novels & Stories

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."

until the pages look like a middle school crush exploded. I’ve never talked to her, not really. She’s popular, confident, the kind of girl who walks into a room and owns it. Me? I’m the girl who trips over her own feet trying to avoid eye contact. But I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Last week, I wrote her a letter.

She liked me, right? My thoughts kept racing, but I drowned them out with all kinds of snacks from a nearby night market. Finally, I walked her home, our journey peppered with lively chats. She hadn't said anything that could raise suspicion. We simply behaved like old friends. By the time I returned to my car, I laughed at my own overthinking. "You don't seriously think every beautiful woman in this world would all fall for you, right?" I joked to myself. Like many of my classmates, I had had a crush on Natasha back in school. I had even written her a confessional letter. Honestly, it wasn't especially impressive and didn't stand out from everyone else's. In the end, she never sent me a res

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?

But whatever, I'm gonna sleep and I'm gonna be dreaming of her. Then, before I made myself ready for bed I replied to her, of course. "Okay, copied that, Master Ming. Good night and see you in my dreams, I mean, tomorrow. ;)" Umm, am I so obvious that I have the biggest crush on her with this message? Hmm. Okay, delete and type another one. I shouldn't scare her away especially that we haven't signed the contract because she could still not accept it. But maybe she already knew that I have a crush on her? I don't know about that. I think I'm not that obvious.

All that we can be, where this thing can go? Am I crazy or falling in love? Is it real or just another crush? Do you catch a breath when I look at you? Are you holding back like the way I do? 'Cause I'm trying and trying to walk away But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy Goin' away ay-ay-ay-ayy

Clark was alone in the music room, he thought of Darcie confessing her love for him and the kiss they both shared, he smile for no reason while he smack his lips, he brought out a pen and decided to write her a letter Dear Darcie, (Sigh!!)Err well you did it huh?? I never knew how awesome it's gonna be writing to you but actually I feel the same way you do, the first time I set my eyes on you when you're running around the field, I was really mesmerized by your beauty but not all, you're lovely and just simple, I was afraid to be in any relationship because I always believe that none of the girls are interested in real love but just playing with the guy's heart, I never really have the nerve

‘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.

It was short and simple, but she hoped it would be enough. *Dear Chris,* *I know this might come as a surprise, but I wanted to tell you how I feel. We’ve been in the same classes since tenth grade, and I don’t know when it started, but I really like you. I know you’re busy with basketball and everything, but I just wanted you to know. Even if you don’t feel the same way, I wanted to get it off my chest.* *—Elies Robert* A simple letter. Nothing too fancy, nothing that screamed desperation, she hoped. Just honest words.

Liam crinkled his eyes and looked at the words. "Dear Michael: I know it might be abrupt, and you might find it too surprising to accept, but I have to tell you - I like you. I really, really like you. There were about five hundred words in this moving letter. And Liam's face was dark with rage. Because this beautiful handwriting was from Rita indeed. Michael hadn't lied? Rita really had had a crush on him? Liam narrowed his eyes impassively, with unknown feelings in them. Out of curiosity, Rita also peeped at the letter.