Love Letter From The Future Novels & Stories

He said and I stared at the box he was holding, contemplating how I could possibly get my hands on it. "And this?" He said bringing out a bunch of envelopes. "These are the letters we wrote to each other back when you were yet to be born." He pulled out one and showed me the date which was truly before I was born. It had a For 'my Beloved' Written as the sender at the back. "The main letter inside it reveals her locations from time to time." He pulls it back and pulls out the latter, not letting me see completely, only showing me parts where the location was embedded while covering it.

Love, your father, Michael Chandler. Chan swallowed hard, her throat tight with emotions. She said softly, “It’s from Dad.” “Dad?” Dara said, taking the little card from Chan to read for herself. Soriya said, “This must be his time capsule thing. He’s sending everything to us in the future.”

I almost laughed, but contained it, ready to hear what was written on that page. "Dear future me, he's the one. There's no denying that Lucas Porter is the love of my life. He's more than I could have ever thought. He's rescued me countless times, and lifted me up when I'm down. He's kind, protective, playful and all around fun. There's no denying that he knows me well, even in such a short amount of time. This feeling is overwhelming and all consuming. I know it's love. It's love for him. So I will choose him. I will fight for him, keeping him in my life for as long as he'll have me. He is my addiction, my air, my life. I can't imagine not having him by my side anymore. I hope he feels the

One of many failures. *** She couldn’t breathe. The air thickened with grief and the ghosts of their past. By the time she reached the final letter, her tears had soaked through the edges. Letter 11 - No Date There’s no point to this one. No timeline. No logic. Just this…. I still love you. In every version of life. In every world where we never met or always stayed. If you never come back, I’ll still love you. But God, Isla… if there’s even a sliver of you that still remembers what we had, please don’t close that door forever.

It wasn't until a nurse walked by that I finally got a glass of water. Moments like that when I was ignored happened more times than I could count. It wasn't until I married Edwin that I finally felt what it was like to be loved. He had always been so thoughtful, giving me the best of everything. I really thought I was the only one in his heart. But seeing how gentle he was with Kelsey, feeding her chocolate like that, it broke me all over again. I wiped away my tears and headed home. Then I called my college advisor and told him I'd accept the closed research project at Northendria. I agreed to the ten-year contract, with no returning home.

Slowly, she opened the letter. "My beloved Mom and Dad. I'm sorry I couldn't be with you longer. Actually, I come from the future and I have a time limit to reunite you and change my future. Mom and Dad, don't worry, we will definitely meet again when I am born. I hope Mom and Dad always get along. I can't wait to meet you again in a loving family. Goodbye. I also attached the date when I was born, we will meet then." Regina couldn't help but shed tears. Henry, who came after her, was surprised to see Regina crying. "Regina, what's wrong? Where's Kevin?"

His touch was warm, familiar, and for the first time in a long while, Chelsea allowed herself to let go. That night, they made love, their bodies tangled together in the dim light of the bedroom. Afterward, they lay in each other’s arms, the air between them filled with quiet intimacy. Liam traced circles on her bare shoulder, his voice low and sincere. “I don’t want to waste time, Chelsea. I want you to be a part of my future.” Chelsea turned her head to look at him, her heart pounding. “What are you saying?” He rolled to the other side, reached into the drawer of the nightstand, and pulled out a small, vintage-looking velvet box.

"Even his own parents don’t know and have to ask a neighbor. You two really did a great job as parents. Forget it. For Silas’s sake, I won’t bother arguing with you." I stared in disbelief at the clothes, toys, and gifts piled around me. With all of them beside me, I didn’t look quite so ugly anymore. "Will you forgive them?" Snowy asked, licking its paw. "You spent your entire life drawing lots. Wasn’t it all just to get their love? These things represent love. You’ve gotten it now." Alas, I was already dead. What was the point of getting it now? "I want to go find Grandma," I said.

The edges were worn, the pages yellowish from time. He hesitated again. He knew it wasn’t right to read it, but something in him needed to understand her — needed to see what she felt all those years he had ignored her. He picked it up, turned to the first page, and read the date. Jan 10th, 2009 “This is a letter to my future self. I’m finally getting married to the one person I’ve ever loved — Ethan Hale. I wish he could look at me the same way I look at him.

About Rick. Eli didn’t laugh. He didn’t interrupt. He just stared, wide-eyed, as if she were speaking in another language. When she finally fell silent, breathless, he whispered, “Ava… do you hear yourself? You’re saying… you’re saying you met you. From the future.” “Yes.” Her voice cracked. “I know it sounds insane. But it’s real. The letters are real.” Eli’s hands tightened on the chains of the swing. “Do you have them? The letters?”