Novel & Cerita Love Letter For My Crush

I didn’t know then that he would be my ruin. I crushed n him like a fool. Fantasized about him in ways that and my pillow my only witness. He had a jaw that could cut glass and my courage. It was fatal how he could suck the oxygen out of lungs leaving me gasping and yelping at his sight. A stupid crush, they’d call it. Anna warned me. Don’t fall for a man like him, Krystina. I didn’t listen that time. I was already writing him a letter. Not love, but a confession I wasn’t ready to say out loud. And Anna, the reckless little demon, forced me to slip it into his locker.

Then she read it. “You are a love that cannot be seen by the eyes. But its sincerity can be felt in the heart. You are the breath that I always exhale every second. You are the true meaning of all the beauty in this world. Claire, I love you with all my body and soul. Thank you for being a part of my life.”

I cried, my tears trickling down our enjoined hands. "Ryan, I swear to you, if you don't wake up this minute, I'm going to do something we will both regret," There was no sign of movement from him yet. "Ryan please," I whimpered, resting my head on his hand weeping furiously. "You know what? If you open your eyes right now, I'm going to tell you how much I love you, not as your sister but as a usual girl who has had the biggest crush on you since she came into this world, I am going to make you my lover and I am going to fuck you so bad," I buttered, giggling at my choice of words.

[AGATHA NGUYEN] The raw depth of her words made my chest ache with a profound, overwhelming adoration. I squeezed her fingers tightly, a single tear tracking down my cheek as I delivered my own response. "I spent years believing I wasn't worthy of a love like yours, Lexie. I let my own insecurities tell me that I had to choose between being a writer or being the person who holds your hand. But the moment I almost lost you, I realized that my talent means absolutely nothing if I can't use it to write a future for us. You broke your own walls to protect me, and today, I promise to spend the rest of my life ensuring you never have to put them back up. I promise to love you through the writer's

I hope you saw me in yours too . °°°°° ‘All this story for a simple message of I won’t be around for breakfast. He could have just sent a simple text or dropped a message through Albert. And I thought I was dramatic.’ I mused, pressing the letter to my lips, which formed a silly smile. ‘But it’s so sweet and romantic. And he even ended it with ‘love, ‘. Ahh, it’s so cute. And he dreamt of me too.’ My romance-loving heart couldn’t help but melt, and I twirled around the kitchen, swooning like a maiden who received a love letter. Though it wasn’t exactly one, it still made me mushy and feathery.

I opened the note to find that it has quite a bit written in it. I have loved you from the moment I met you, but I cannot know if you love me back, as I think the knowledge will kill me with joy or sadness, whatever your reply might be. Know that you are special to me but do not seek to know my name as it will only lead to heartbreak. Yours forever, Your Secret Admirer

For you, my sweet, I'll always pine, And hold you close, forever near. With love, Roberto What is the name of— what sort of foolery is this? I finished reading the letter and tore it into shreds right in front of him, flinging the paper bits on the floor. "Did you copy this from a greeting card?" I hissed, rising from the seat. "A poorly written greeting card, that is, it sucks. I cannot and will never love you, I don't want to be with you. Why can't you and every other person just accept that?"

I decided to wish him a happy valentines day through a letter in my attempt to be romantic. I was not ready to include “I love you” in my letter because we rarely used it in our conversation and I was expecting him to tell me first. Besides, I was not sure if he would reply. I choose not to appear desperate but I wanted him to know how I felt. I drafted a card for him with my usual sincerity. In the end, I wrote : “I’m in love with you even though you haven’t assured me of your love.” My type of romance.

It was addressed to me, in her delicate handwriting. Dear Alex, I don't know if you'll ever read this, but if you do, I want you to know how much I love you. I've loved you since we were kids, since the first time I saw you playing soccer in the park. You've always been my everything, my dream, my hope.

I said simply and he looked at me with arched brow. He opened it in a haste and scoffed. "Love letter! Seriously?" He whispered. And then he decided to read the content while I listened to whatever she wrote there. "I know it won't come as a surprise to you. Is very obvious am in love with you. Yesterday you made me feel like I was the one for you. I could not stop thinking about you and how close we were. Please reply back if you feel the same for me. I will be hoping every day for you to become mine. Yours lovely...Daisy!"